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Ooh, woah Woah, oh Oh, yeah-eah Woah, woah Uh, they sold me dreams, tell 'em, "Keep the change" Evil in their veins, they don't bleed the same Greed and fame, we should really feel ashamed Buyin' Cubans, most my people still in chains Convos with God, squad, Rod and Tar-Tar She been goin' hard, got her nose like an aardvark Chopped off, lookin' like the man on the crosswalk Arms crossed, tryna find the light in my dark heart First ki' I ever cut, I got high off it 'Cause I never knew the residue would fly off it Sellin' dope, actin' like the fiends won't die off it All we gave a fuck about was gettin' fly off it Shells on the floor in your office Lookin' like you sent a whole staff out for crawfish Bitch, you ripped my heart out just to ask me why I'm heartless She shootin' for the stars, and I guess I ain't a target I guess you ain't a marksman, bitch, 'cause now I'm arson-lit You couldn't even ride for me, you car sick I mean, I understand if the shit was a long trip But I guess you must have hopped on the wrong dick, you dumb bitch Songtexte(Who hurt you?) Ooh, woah Woah, oh Oh, yeah-eah Woah, woah Uh, they lie about us in these affidavits So when they kill us, you can validate it You downplay it and say that we exaggerate it In the valley smokin' Cali, gettin' calibrated In the field, you feelin' squeamish, you Willie Beamen Me, I got too many demons and a million reasons Man, I got too many foes, got 'em figured out Ex-hoes that wanna kill me that don't even count Fuck love, I brought drugs to my intervention Greenlight you, they gon' catch you at the intersection All these bitches throwin' pussy, I just intercept it And she gon' swallow dick 'til she get indigestion Tat above your naval section, "Enter at your own discretion" Goddamn, that's a lastin' first impression You had a right to be high on yourself Shit, I was high on everything else, so what the hell, oh? (Who hurt you?) Ooh, woah (I was told, I was told) Woah, oh (Yeah) Oh, yeah-eah Woah, woah Aus Songtexte Mania