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Run that money counter, baby Ayy, this is a Trademark production All of my dawgs winning, you cannot sleep on me Pray to God, I'm sinning, got my destiny Lost some brothers to the streets and penitentiary Sold my, sold my weight in gold and that's my destiny, yeah All of my dawgs winning, you cannot sleep on me Pray to God, I'm sinning, got my destiny Lost some brothers to the streets and penitentiary Sold my, sold my weight in gold and that's my destiny, yeah Fuck an AP 'til I'm rich Need to put mama up in a new crib People is dying just payin' they rent President talk, it don't make any sense, yeah Fuck what it's 'posed to be The streets, yeah, they use and dispose of me My grandma, she still watchin' over me But none of this shit really worry me I really hope that they notice me I been up like day and night Painkillers just ain't working right Took one too many flights Need my fall to help me through the night In the stu' tryna get it right SongtexteDaily struggle for to change my life Help my pride, I gotta pay the price Me and my dawgs put in the time like that You was out partying, I was in working No one really grind like that Still in the trap like that Roaches, I don't want a platinum plaque Hate to see a youngin when he shinin' like that Rather see me in the streets in the darkest path All of my dawgs winning, you cannot sleep on me Pray to God, I'm sinning, got my destiny Lost some brothers to the streets and penitentiary Sold my, sold my weight in gold and that's my destiny, yeah All of my dawgs winning, you cannot sleep on me Pray to God, I'm sinning, got my destiny Lost some brothers to the streets and penitentiary Sold my, sold my weight in gold and that's my destiny, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania