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Yeah East side, laboratory coats, testing the dope I'm in a location remote, Ivory Coast Tryna get high as I can go, the glass ceiling broke Its never over, sole controller, all our chains golder Diamonds brighter, you ain't gotta ask whose live-r Niggas dyin' to be like us, losin' they minds tryin' I'm in the basement scrapin' blades with all my sharpenin' irons 'Cause in times of peace that's when these snake niggas creep You think you safe cuz you deep, your goonies half sleep Stooges if you ask me Gibbs and Andretti fill that vault full of Fetti Andretti and Gibbs that's like that barrel to your rib It's that fucking real (Yup) Yeah Eastside Eastside, nigga fuck the peace sign Yeah, yeah Ayy yo Call the chiropractor, this necklace is extra heavy on me 1963 Gold Ds, I went Andretti on it Dipped the shoes in 24 karats and dropped a Chevy on it Boss, fuck a franchise tag, niggas can't Le'Veon me SongtexteYeah, 'cause of a bitch I had to sit the bench L train blessed me you broke me off when I hit the bricks Passing off the dog bitch I scored the dope and I get assist Kidnapping IG trapping might get your sister hit We taping mamas up, we filling them llamas up Niggas making statements they Manafort Papadopoulos Trump sweating bullets on Diet Coke sniffing powder up And if he build the wall we gone bring that dope underground with us Told my nigga Spitta your enemies my enemies I just solar powered up the Model X Real nigga keep same energy, like what I rep the pack like I'm Stunna Man Legend in this bitch, might do Coachella as a hologram, nigga That is just exactly what they want you to believe Let's just call it the phenomena He outranks them He, he outranks them Sit down I don't wanna sit, I want my money Aus Songtexte Mania