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No one gave me nothin', I had nothin' handed to me If you talkin' money, then you got an understandin' with me I can't believe I ever treated you like family homie I let you in and now you actin' like you barely know me Fuck 'em, I don't want 'em, I don't need 'em I don't bite the hand that feed me ain't the reason that I'm eatin, nah Man I did it with my mothafuckin' talent But these corny mothafuckas want credit for my achievement, nah Listen, are you a liar or a grown man? Yeah, 'cause you can't be both, right? Yeah, you ain't ridin' with me, we ridin' on you The least that I could do is let you know, right? I stand alone, I gotta handle it Yeah, 'cause if you ain't gonna do it yourself, it isn't happenin' And management said can it with that Hispanic shit But mira mira mothafucka, es mi vida mothafucka Ain't nobody tellin' me how to live my life I'm comin' back like I'm Buddha, I'm 'bout to live it twice Don't ever listen to no one, now that's the best advice You don't gotta a clue what I sacrifice, I told ya Now I don't owe nobody for a damn thang, hell nah (Hell nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) They lyin' if they told you that you can't change, hell nah (Hell nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) And we out here in some dirty ass Timbs SongtexteIt's the mothafuckin' outfit and these bitches ain't about shit A middle finger in the air for the people that'll doubt it People still are askin' what happened with that Ross shit He made some promises but he was only talkin' He said the lawyers would call me with an offer But what the hell type of boss answer to bosses? I was gettin' calls on the label, I sat across at the table From Wendy Goldstein, we talked and we played her Couple songs from the tape that I would drop a week later Then she stopped and said she had to put the offer on paper But we waited and it never came They wanted me to sell my soul so they could go and sell me dreams These label people, they tell you things to tell you things You gotta see through their bullshit like cellophane I am not embellishin', I just had to speak this I don't want them thinkin' that my silence is weakness Imagine if I had signed and started beefin' Would he had turn his back on me like after that Meek shit? Man, I ain't even sleepin', I gotta get it for my family and nieces Yeah and I probably shouldn't release it But I ain't never listen to reason, I told ya Now I don't owe nobody for a damn thang, hell nah (Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams) They lyin' if they told you that you can't change, hell nah That's why we out here in some dirty ass Timbs It's the mothafuckin' outfit and these bitches ain't about shit A middle finger in the air for the people that did doubt it Now I don't owe nobody for a damn thang, hell nah (Hell nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) They lyin' if they told you that you can't change, hell nah (Hell nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah) And we out here in some dirty ass Timbs It's the mothafuckin' outfit and these bitches ain't about shit A middle finger in the air for the people that'll doubt it Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams Dreams, dreams, dreams, dreams Aus Songtexte Mania