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The way the game it's changin', I'm not sure I care to witness Sometimes I look around and think, "Whose generation is this?" My pen done passed the litmus, test it with resistance And so I use this mic like it's my legs that go the distance Yeah, I been on a mission, tryna help you see my vision Maybe one day all these acts will disappear like they're magicians Lookin' at they stats, like I don't see no competition Like all these niggas is whack, don't see the reason why y'all listen K-K-Keyz on top of your wish-list, CD inside of your whip Might need a doctor's prescription, disease, I'm prolly too real Ain't need no big pot to piss in, I peed on rappers for skill If fifteen [?] listen, next year I'll prolly see mills You might think I'm on the pill, I got these kids in control All the shit that I done been through put some years on my soul But homie here's what I know, that we done made it out the gutter Even though it fucked up, the whole team doin' numbers Just a East Coast nigga, on my way out to Cali Bump this, in the whip, could feel the suede in the Cadi Never slip, don't trip, hoes hate it when you happy See me with my black girl, I'm a Wade, she my Gabby In the street, slide on 'em, tie, skirtin' when we pill Hit the stage, do my thing, them miles on me on the real This is only for the homies, this is only for the feel And yet, I'm still the same, never change, never will SongtexteTime I throw it back To where I started at Mama told me, "Rap," so ain't no holdin' back Now I'm just stylin' (Ooh) Yeah, I'm just stylin' Made it all through that mud Jersey all in my blood Won't see my face in no club 'Cause haters hate to show love So I'm just stylin' (Ooh) Yeah, I'm just stylin' Domino, the way all y'all fall off just scream "Geronimo" This that propane kind of flow Plan this all long time ago Back when a nigga made honor roll Back when I never say "Hi" to folk Back in the class, hat kinda low But now I'm on, I can't hide no more But woe is me, they know it's me Don't even ask and don't show ID But this the shit that I've been waitin' for So what the fuck am I complainin' for? Nine-to-five, was in a wagin' war Was doin' shows, they ain't pay the boy I give my all 'til it ain't no more It's like the more they love me, I'm hated more But Keyz, he gon' take it (Take it) Believe me, no fakin' (Fakin') How I bleed on these pages (Pages) You can see, we gon' make it Genuine on the beat, I'm so anxious Gimme mine, I'mma heat up they playlist Summertime in the street, flow is blazin’ Recognize like he's so amazing, uh But these risks I'm takin' at times, they feel like I'm wastin' my prime Tradin' these stages and rhymes for deep conversations with dimes Thoughts that run deep in my mind is lost in a jungle with vines Awesome fans keep me in line, so often the seat won't recline Just a East Coast nigga, on my way out to Cali Bump this, in the whip, could feel the suede in the Cadi Never slip, don't trip, hoes hate it when you happy See me with my black girl, I'm a Wade, she my Gabby In the street, slide on 'em, tie, skirtin' when we pill Hit the stage, do my thing, them miles on me on the real This is only for the homies, this is only for the feel And yet, I'm still the same, never change, never will Time I throw it back To where I started at Mama told me, "Rap," so ain't no holdin' back Now I'm just stylin' (Ooh) Yeah, I'm just stylin' Made it all through that mud Jersey all in my blood Won't see my face in no club 'Cause haters hate to show love So I'm just stylin' (Ooh) Yeah, I'm just stylin' Time I throw it back To where I started at Mama told me, "Rap," so ain't no holdin' back Now I'm just stylin' (Ooh) Yeah, I'm just stylin' Made it all through that mud Jersey all in my blood Won't see my face in no club 'Cause haters hate to show love So I'm just stylin' (Ooh) Yeah, I'm just stylin' Stylin' Yeah I'm just Time I throw it back To where I started at Ma-mama told me rap-rap, so ain't no holdin' back Now I'm just stylin' Yeah I'm just stylin' Made it all through that mud Jersey all in my blood Won't see my face in no club 'Cause haters hate to show love So I'm just stylin' Aus Songtexte Mania