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Uh, yeah Oh there it go, Uh Son of a gun out the holster, cops was a rolling stone Covers shoot the shooter, left some chips on my shoulder But I'm the master with those tricks so in my whip I'm a chauffeur It's like windows crack in this bitch, rollin' dossier I'm on a mission like Let me slow down and get this picture right Slide through the city, cold as christmas night My OG had that winter white Had the fees itching like they picking at an insect bite I would just chill up in that bitch and write First time I smoked I was too humble for more I was 16 seeing a quarter mill dumped on the floor They let me see it But they urged me not to come through the door We stay away from this game and this fucking allure, I was a bore Free cricket till they let him out his cage, that's my nigga Smoking blunts till the day, I hope his time come quicker You know I stayed away from the game But I found another way to get payed off this pain I would scribble Got my eyes on the money but my mind above all Keep those snakes out the circle, ain't no liars involved Still, Wether whatever bet I'm still refining my flaws Sometimes pressure don't make diamonds at all SongtexteA lot of niggas don't even care to live righteous at all I see through niggas, me and then don't share no likeness at all Diffrent strokes still a product of that hustle It's just a different approach Roll steady through that fire when niggas is getting [inhale, exhale] But still I rise to put that smoke in the sky Make me feel alive, locking up that bag securities Same feelin' I had ridin' in that winter ride So I don't question if it's real or not Already know not to get caught in the lore Games over, being caught out in the storms It's just the law Yeah Aus Songtexte Mania