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I'm way up, way up, yeah And it's forever 23, it's forever 23 I'm on that real nigga shit, no I won't never change And I don't fuck with these rappers 'cause these niggas strange Shit I'd rather be a trapper, give a fuck 'bout fame You run up thinkin' you a jacker, you can lose your brain And I'ma say this once, watch how you say my name And I can't trust no more, this shit so fucking lame I could've bought me a new house but I copped me a chain And I just left Ice Man, this ain't from Johnny Dang They say they want pressure, that's what I'ma bring Pussy nigga you can play and get hit with the flame We gon' pull up where you stay and we gon' let it rain Nigga fuck you and your brother and fuck what you claim I need me a cup of ice so I pull up right at the store I feel like Future, dirty Sprite, this shit here got me moving slow Tryna pour a four, I fuck 'round, spilt that shit all my clothes But what you better know is I can’t move unless I got the pole Fuck 12, they on my dick, they just want me to fold Was mad as hell, I went to jail on the way to my show They took eleven bands and then they put my shit on froze And then they took my rifle that came with a telescope But I'm still with the shits, just thought that I should let you know Bitch I'm that nigga, that's some shit that they already know I faced the fact that I can't even fucking trust no more SongtexteBetter watch your back 'cause when you turn around they cut your throat, they cut your throat Better watch your back 'cause when you turn around they cut your throat, yeah Inside I'm hurt but never let it show, yeah And this might be the realest shit I ever wrote, yeah Might be the realest shit I ever wrote Better watch your back 'cause when you turn around they cut your throat, yeah Inside I'm hurt but never let it show, yeah And this might be the realest shit I ever wrote, yeah Might be the realest shit I ever wrote Remember we was posted up at the store Now I'm touring, riding foreign, every day on the road Some of my niggas from the north, most of my niggas throw fours If I ain't got it then you know my niggas clutching a pole Don't understand why the fuck they speak on shit they don't know I keep the stick, it's in my reach and that's wherever I go Think I won't squeeze 'em, watch you bleed, gon' lose your top when I blow A hundred shots gon' clear the scene, gon' turn that bitch to a ghost My brother been on the run, the feds tried to snatch him My plug been tryna front, I guess it's time to jack him Forever thuggin', if you love me go and buy my album But I'm a street nigga, don’t give two fucks 'bout going platinum Better watch your back 'cause when you turn around they cut your throat, yeah Inside I'm hurt but never let it show, yeah And this might be the realest shit I ever wrote, yeah Might be the realest shit I ever wrote Better watch your back 'cause when you turn around they cut your throat, yeah Inside I'm hurt but never let it show, yeah And this might be the realest shit I ever wrote, yeah Might be the realest shit I ever wrote Aus Songtexte Mania