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Yeah You don't know who swimmin', nigga, 'til the tide come in Mustard on the beat, ho Fuck where your hoes at Or where your Rolls at Where your backbone, nigga, where your cold at Where your down since day one real bros at Where them stores that you tellin' all fold at Where your heart nigga, where your soul at We got old school ways, we expose that Ain't no guarantees, but you know that Niggas die every day, can't control that Ken Griffey throwback Nigga had to go left Must've popped him 28 times, 'cause there's four left If it's 'bout mine, ain't a nigga that I won't check Run through your hardest homeboy, you could go next 35 cut dog, hustle out the Rolex Chain on my white tee, now you see the progress Stacked every chip on myself, time to collect All money in, just imagine what I gross back Fuck where your hoes at (What) Or where your Rolls at SongtexteWhere your backbone, nigga, where your cold at Where your down since day one real bros at Where them stores that you tellin' all fold at Where your heart nigga, where your soul at We got old school ways, we expose that Ain't no guarantees, but you know that Niggas die every day, can't control that That's why I call my thing the marathon (Yeah) Because I, I'm not gon' lie and portray, um, this ultimate poise Like I been, had it figured out Nah, I just didn't quit That's the only distinguishing quality from me and prolly whoever else goin' through this, or went through this, or is gonna go through this Is that I ain't quit I went through every emotion I went through every emotion with tryna pursue what I'm doing Ya kna'I'mean? (Mhm) And I think that what, what, separate whoever's gon' try to go for something is that, you ain't gon' quit That's, you know, you really gon' take the stance if I'm gon' die behind what I'm gettin' at right here Fuck where your hoes at (What) Or where your Rolls at Where your backbone, nigga, where your cold at Where your down since day one real bros at Where them stores that you tellin' all fold at Where your heart nigga, where your soul at We got old school ways, we expose that Ain't no guarantees, but you know that Niggas die every day, can't control that I think that our reaction to being disrespected We gotta, we gotta, we have to reassess how we react You know what I mean? I think that, we've been known, as, as hip hop, to make songs And that's a part of it And then, we gotta, we gotta go a step further because I think that It's like a disease in our body Once you start givin' it a treatment it'll get immune to the treatment (Mhm) And you gotta try something else to kill that disease I think protest music is important I think YG was a genius Fuck where your hoes at Or where your Rolls at Where your backbone, nigga, where your cold at Where your down since day one real bros at Where them stores that you tellin' all fold at Where your heart nigga, where your soul at We got old school ways, we expose that Ain't no guarantees, but you know that Niggas die every day, can't control that Aus Songtexte Mania