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Back on my shit, you should be nervous boy Maybach ride, I'm ducked low behind them curtains bow And I got my feet. young nigga sitting comfy though Backwood, ten grams, we blowing heavy smoke Left Cash Money then I went back to the home team Had to find me wave, I had to tap into the old me Never read my comments on the 'gram, yeah y'all don't know me Say you putting numbers up huh, you gotta show me Snoop said "Get these niggas" so I'ma get 'em dog One house, ten bitches, that how I'm living dog Strip club, ten bands, then watch 'em take it off If she don't fuck, I don't tip, that's I how I do it y'all Let's get back to this real shit a nigga been through All that shit they write about me, y'all think that it's true See I'm too rich to be depressed and I don't fuck with the press Smoke cause I'm stressed, OG nothing less We at [?] when them planes touchdown Balenciaga runners on my feet when I touch ground Gotta watch your circle, it's a circus, niggas turn clowns Go head with all that fake love shit, I know what's up now Gotta watch these hoes nowadays they all want to be famous And if she make it past the lobby, she signing a statement Because these hoes nowadays attacking niggas who famous You see Russell and the Weinsteins I ain't catching them cases, roll up Yeah, boy I got options like a quarterback SongtexteI lost my little nigga to lean, he had a heart attack And all these rappers getting taxed out here Heard you got pressed in LA, you can't relax out there Take 'em to Compton wouldn't last out there They in your pockets huh, you paying for that pass out there That's extortion at its finest my nigga We in these streets every night, it ain't hard to find us my nigga Bentley, Lamb, Rover, that's how we ride my nigga You and 30 niggas, 30 clips, so don't try my nigga Drop my own shit, I couldn't wait on Jermaine And I'm just speaking facts boy, I'll never hate on Jermaine And see I see shit different, now our view ain't the same You still stuck on that old shit, boy the business done changed I skipped a show just so I could see you Chris Day ones, me and you been through a lot of shit No matter what you gon' always be my little brother And it kill me when we in public and we ain't speaking to each other This shit crazy Oh my fault Brown, this shit brazy We grown men, let's turn this shit around Ciroc got me feeling all emotional Speaking from my heart, that's what I'm supposed to do Students of the game and boy I'm coaching you No subtweeting, you talk shit, boy I'm approaching you That's real Fucked up right now Gone off this Ciroc nigga Niggas got me in my feelings Fuck around, wake up and regret everything I say But I thought that's what hip-hop was about though So fuck it Aus Songtexte Mania