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Way before I knew my records would sell I knew that I was destined for shit Way before I knew all of my records would sell They knew I'm the shit I knew I'd get to this moment I never question it, not one fuckin' bit Don't worry Haze, yeah I got 'em And niggas wanna talk about this shit Money calibration in [?] But niggas ain't talk about this shit Gotta keep it real [?] keep it trill Ever had a mil' and made a motherfucker squeal? If somebody get it everybody know the deal I was doing this shit way before I had to deal And I keep it independent, I ain't got a deal Money intuition, everybody gotta kill Niggas in the hood they always shot up in the field Always [?] bricks [?] nigga [?] box Always on the hunt, them other niggas gettin' caught Talk about their sales like they always make a lot I was in this shit before a nigga caught [?] Fuck your situation, best rapper, I'm real I was doing this shit way before I got sealed Way before I got caught, way before I had pop Motherfucka's got dropped, I was cruisin' in the city SongtexteHad to put it on lock, can't put me in a box Someone get me with the shit A left, right wrist everybody can't permit I'm caught up in the shit while the others pop pills Everybody wanna body but nobody keep it trill Motherfucka's wanna copy but them niggas ain't real Woo!, you be rapping 'bout a Maybach I could make the same flat, probably get your brains splat Acting like you really got the chopper [?] I was wearing all black, ready for the call back Sittin' in a [?], niggas had the wave cap Get this shit played back, you could never take that Shoot 'em like it's 80 flat, make a nigga face flat I do what I can, you don't understand You don't get the plans, you don't understand my growth I be living as a man, dying for the clan Staying with the fam, all my niggas got hope I was clinically inclined, never stole my shine Niggas will define, everybody will peep this shit You fake for real, you pay for thrills My pen is steel, I broke my [?] [?] niggas talking 'bout the racks Count your blessings not the pills All I do is stack these raps, motherfucka's talk about it Motherfucka's hangin' out the window [?] by the end of the night get killed Way before somebody grab the chopper Doing [?] like the Double-O-Seven [?] somebody in the field I was in the field, runnin' up a ticket for thrill Way before I had a chance to be here, woo! I be chillin' in the game All these other rap niggas always coward in fear, woo! You be doing what you can You be doing what you can for the moment that's trill, woo! But I'm not competing with the rest of these niggas Y'all niggas ain't real, y'all niggas ain't real Aus Songtexte Mania