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Yung Lan on the track Yeah All I rap is like real life music, man Day-to-day shit, man We don't make party music, man Haha, yeah I don’t really need no features (Nah) All my work, I beat it (Yeah) Baby mama called me a cheater (Cheater) Everything I do illegal (Yeah) Used to ride in the old Regal (Skrrt) Now I'm pulling up two-seater (Skrrt) Backends, frontends, frontends, backends I gotta feed my people (Count up) Take your bitch home, I eat her (Yeah) And I ain't worried ’bout you either (Nah) I don't really need no features (Nope) 'Cause I really live what I rap (Street) And I don't really no features (Street) 'Cause half of these rappers be cap (Cap) Realest zone in Atlanta Zone 6 where it's at (Street) Backends, frontends, frontends, backends What you gon' do when the folks start running? SongtexteI don't wanna rap if it ain’t ’bout money Zone 6 niggas don't play ’bout money Fell asleep cookin' dope, burnt a half a brick up Fuck her for an hour, you can come pick your bitch up Put mil' in the shower, gotta wash the residue off You don't wanna piss me off, I’ll knock your whole crew off Baby mama called me a cheater (Cheater) I already know she a cheater (Cheater) I told her like this, "We equal But you got broke nigga fever" (Yeah) I got rich nigga problems (Street) And I gotta feed my people I know you got your connect But all my work a little cheaper (BMG) By the truckload, all sixty-five backends Direct deposit, I don't ever see the frontend Pilot get a bonus every time he fly in All I do is work, I'm a real black Mexican Lost a hundred racks with Brady, I'ma bet again Twenty-six a brick, you can them LeVeon Damn, watch out for these niggas, half of 'em 12 I don't really need no features (Nah) All my work, I beat it (Yeah) Baby mama called me a cheater (Cheater) Everything I do illegal (Yeah) Used to ride in the old Regal (Skrrt) Now I'm pulling up two-seater (Skrrt) Backends, frontends, frontends, backends I gotta feed my people (Count up) Take your bitch home, I eat her (Yeah) And I ain't worried 'bout you either (Nah) I don't really need no features (Nope) 'Cause I really live what I rap (Street) And I don't really no features (Street) 'Cause half of these rappers be cap (Cap) Realest zone in Atlanta Zone 6 where it's at (Street) I don't need no bitch, I got racks I'm a Zoe so I don't say slatt Everything I rap, facts You can get whacked, facts Canali on my back, Panama hat to match I don't need no friends, I'm rich Sippin' on lean, I'm sick (Ayy) I'ma drink all I can sip, uh Water on my neck, come dip, baby girl Tryna be lit, get killed Fuckin' with me, get flipped All of this drip, don't slip All of these goddamn games I don't fuck with niggas, they lame Niggas ain't from my section Niggas ain't out here steppin' I be outside with the weapon I don't really need no features (Nah) All my work, I beat it (Yeah) Baby mama called me a cheater (Cheater) Everything I do illegal (Yeah) Used to ride in the old Regal (Skrrt) Now I'm pulling up two-seater (Skrrt) Backends, frontends, frontends, backends I gotta feed my people (Count up) Take your bitch home, I eat her (Yeah) And I ain't worried 'bout you either (Nah) I don't really need no features (Nope) 'Cause I really live what I rap (Street) And I don't really no features (Street) 'Cause half of these rappers be cap (Cap) Realest zone in Atlanta Zone 6 where it's at (Street) Aus Songtexte Mania