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Ay partner, I go by the name of Ralo Famgoon Shit, [?] So you know me, I come from a different [?] All the niggas like me, they either dead or in prison And there ain't too many niggas that gon' listen to this shit, 'cause there ain't too many niggas like me you dig They used to look up to Meech, now they look up to me I am still in my twenties, made twenty mill off the streets I got a hummer [?] nigga [?] They get it for 21 and they sell it for 23 All them trips down to Cali, made me wanna stop rapping because these rappers ain't happy, niggas ain't making nothing A lot of people keep asking, Ralo still in the hood (why) I am just like my car, I like my trunk in the hood I like my [?] in the air, I like my money in bundles Don't give a fuck about effort bitch, we still gon' do numbers I'm still gon' flex on the gram, show that bitch who I am Don't you compare me to rappers if they can't buy them a lamb (don't do it) Aye don't you compare me to none of these broke ass niggas baby (please don't do that to me) If the nigga can't buy themself a motherfucking lamb Then don't compare me to that motherfucking nigga you bitch (don't do that) I don't give a fuck how much jewelry he got (what else) I don't give a fuck how many hit records he got (what else) He still ain't hitting on shit nigga You know I ain't got no motherfucking fall for no elevator in my motherfucking condo nigga We buying whole complexes bitch Songtexte My ears broke, I don't hear none of the hating shit no mo' Ain't no pressure 'bout a bitch, you can come get your ho Ain't no pressure on no money, you know we having paper I hate when niggas don't succeed I ain't your average hater I always make the money, the money never made 'em Got hellcats [?] I used to ride a [?] My baby momma went in labor thinking 'bout child support I told her only [?] bitches send niggas to court Don't tell me good luck, just tell me never give up They ain't wanna give the boy a chance, now they beg me to fuck Don't ever let the money or fame change who you are Now 12 get behind me daily 'cause they like the car Aye man, aye 12 just pulled me over the other day right (what'd they say) He ain't ask me for no drivers license or insurance He told me "Aye Lil Ralo, that motherfucker clean [?]" I ask how much money mo- how much money he make a year right (how much he make) Nigga tell me he make thirty thousand dollars a year (that's it?) I said excuse me officer I [?], in the glove compartment right now nigga I seen myself on TV, then I said I'm proud of you This lil niggas selling dope, [?] came out the blue Everything I do I do that shit [?] for the crew Every time they see me out on [?] All them bitches say I'm cute they gon' make me they MCM They ain't gotta be a fan to know how hard I fuck with them Even if it rain in [?] there's no [?] Ralo, Famgoon Aus Songtexte Mania