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(Oo-oh, oo-oh) (Oo-oh, oo-oh) (Oo-oh, wah-oo) (Oo-oh, oo-oh, AYE AYE AYE) Yo, always mad 'cause I'm stylin' on 'em Painted green like scallions on 'em Young boy the Jimmy Fallon on 'em Got sauce I'll prolly put a Callon on 'em Can't skate with the balance on The boy Sharp like talents with talent homie More afraid than Italians italics on me I lean off the shot Ray Allen on 'em (uh) Yo, who dat be, in my zone all the time like two dats three To cure me? You want me to get a new vaccine Now wash your mouth with the flow 'cause I do that clean My own line in the stores, cool ass tee Come shut the spot down for a cool last beat I'm thinkin' of giving them a hit in a minute they need a cool ass beat (oo) This might be it let's record that heat, you know? All I really need is a little 808 you can feel it in your jaw Made a little beat from a little bit of shit up in the crib And my nigga play a little of that guitar Yeah I wanna sneeze A little bit of song, been up in the game way before you was involved SongtexteHad to get it on my own I was sleeping on the floor With a little bit of paper I was writin' all my songs, oh Million dollars in my pocket got it Thinkin' you can touch me you should stop it Get it independent had to watch it Sorry if I get a bit obnoxious Had to leave my family for a while Had to teach my family how to smile Haven't seen my family in a while (Hey nephew, I'm just callin' to tell you, I love you, man) All the time, got you all in my mind I know in time, you will see Wait, don't be mad 'cause I'm stylin' on 'em (gave 'em) Painted green like scallions on 'em (Yo) Young boy the Jimmy Fallon on 'em Got sauce, I ain't even mean to drown 'em though Yo, can't skate tryin' to balance on 'em Boy Sharp like talents with talent on 'em More bread than Italians, italics on me I lean off the shots Ray Alan on 'em Yo, they like who dat be? In my zone all the time like two that's three To cure me, you need to get a new vaccine She wash my mouth with the soap, now they do that clean My own line in the stores, cool ass tees I come shut the spot down for a cool last beat My family tree lose leaves if I don't bear seeds But you can see through the branches But now you sleep I didn't wanna leave I, had my future in front of me Yo, you ain't even fuck with me Now you can't get enough of me? You askin' wassup with me You don't know how to run with me So, I gotta pack up and then go on a trip to get shit that you never had It's Futuristic, forget the past You don't even call me Zach All of your friends want an autograph Your compliments have a favor attached You never check-up 'less you need the cash And you wonder why I never call you back Aus Songtexte Mania