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Ahem, ha, uh Late night on the freeway, riding by my solo Cut the trap music, throw on something made for grown folk Dru Hill knocking, feel the beauty in the solitude Forever prevailing over obstacles Spaceship gon' land, astronomical All about my fucking money just like prostitutes I got a nigga that's pitching in front of Jamba Juice I'm in and out of these cities, in different kind of coupes And if I say you my nigga, I go the mile for you Why you ain't bust at them niggas when they had shot at you? And they gon' tell you you they with you, gotta find the proof The AMG got a roof but this shit is optional I ain't gon' mention your name if I did the crime with you Just know that it was for real if I shared a bond with you And it's a gift and a curse when you think what time could do [?] straight to your bond, we could divide the two Minus the bullshit, life's great Race through the lot in a white Wraith Dealer plates, fish boats, let 'em talk about me Shout out all the bitches that done fought about me Got people of Latin descent that go to war about me You defended, have my mother go to court about me Restitution, they ain't ever get a quarter out me Fuck it, I be on the run for the summer SongtexteMight just shoot the function up 'cause I wanna One of my custies got knocked, still owe me 60 dollars I swear to God, in eighth grade, that we was doing Pradas I got the pictures, don't believe me, nigga Everything designer when you see me, nigga Know my niggas wrong, still screaming, "Free them niggas" Don't approach me, I don't speak to niggas Quick to draw straps and put heat to niggas Like the shit that's coming out your motherfucking speaker, nigga Like Aus Songtexte Mania