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I mean, I understand it's a business But come on, make an another reason why you made it for 50-60 dollars I find dollar records that, that is, you know, and that's the truth Because they all, they all start at a dollar The guy that showed you that beat and it becomes so popular He got it for a dollar or 50 cents, he didn't pay two hundred dollars for it (he payed 50 dollars) And you know, he didn't pay anything for it He payed a dollar, two dollars Five dollars, tops Now all of a sudden the fucking record is two hundred-something dollars No, no, no, no, fuck that *beat starts* Yeah We on that Freshco & Miz shit our here, pop Listen, one two, yeah, yeah Listen, money, you ain't gettin' [?] from me And the [?] sour diesel medication for me And the shit you spit - that's awful than vapin' to me All you get is hard work and dedication for me And my brother Stoupe, he cook in a basement with me That was years ago, now it's like it's ancient to me We the definition how you age gracefully, B [?] SongtexteI don't fuck with swine, ya'll a piece of bacon to me Ya'll as soft as baby shit, ya'll are jaded to me This is complicated, ya'll do what too basically And being scary was never a sensation for me The best record ever made it take a nation to me And this microphone it was always faithful to me It cost money just to have a conversation with me Time is money, dummy, I ain't got the patience in me, yuh Listen, yeah Listen money, you ain't gettin notta from me Not a penny, not a nickel, not a dollar from me All offending in the Gucci or the Prada for me Get a job, muhfucka, stop botherin' me ?See I looked in Nicodemo? like a father to me My work effort too crazy [?] All you dirty mothafuckers should be honoring me It's been twenty years I'm tryna take my aura from me What you see as glamour life is like a horror to me I ain't tryna lead a crib, it's always drama for me That's the reason why I always got the lama on me Cause they tryna hang a motherfuckin' charge over me Ain't no judge in his right mind pardoning me He gon' throw the book at me, ain't no buggin' for me I'm a bad lieutenant, you just like a sergeant to me Build with gods on another level, father degree, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania