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I got this shit from the trap, a few baggies, my pen and my pad I done got rich off of rap, you throw 'em, we sendin' 'em back That shit is a fact, my young boy ain't got no I.D. on him He had to slip through the back (Go in the back) They took everything he had off his body, he thought he was lit 'cause he rapped Gotta hustle, go get off your back (Get up) He broke, go get him a pack I just blew 10 up in Saks (Dimes) Fuck cops, they kill you if you black (Fuck cops) You might get a deal if you nice (You might) Gelato I'm smokin', it give you the feelin' you feel when you still on the flight Light up that blunt, go wheelie that bike This is our life This the lifestyle that we cherish everyday Taking risks, then count this cash in every way If you lucky bitch, then you just might get saved Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid Fuck the coppers you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor, I got meds, they heal my pain Bitch, got all my peoples support, you think I raised 'em Bright stars shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith I got a plain Patek Philippe and a plain Richard Millie Can't explain the shit I see Switchin' lanes in a new V SongtexteI be slayin' on that recording I done made it out the streets Lotta lames in this industry Sucka free, me and Dave East My niggas like water, two hunnid sittin' on a plain tee Rich my persona, I bought your bitch a new Wrangler Jeep Keep the stick on me, 'cause if they play, we gon' play for keeps Back to back Royces, me and me We the champs that they envy I'm a cold P-I-M-P I got ho's in a Benz Jeep I smoke Oprah Winfrey While my bro pumpin' N-Sync (White) The gas the color purple, sellin' white boy like Lewinsky The cars is foreign like Ginóbili, shots'll burn your chest like whiskey This the lifestyle that we cherish everyday Taking risks, then count this cash in every way If you lucky bitch, then you just might get saved Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid Fuck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor, I got meds, they heal my pain Bitch, got all my peoples support, you think I raised 'em Bright stars shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith Popular nigga, I'm not tryna start this is not the beginning These niggas is broke, I forgot to forget it Stayin' on my toes bitch, I'm tropical livin' I try not to pay no attention They probably gon' hate 'til I'm finished Fuck it, as long as they pay me with interest Buckets, now I jump out of Ranges that's tinted Smile at them niggas, they hate when you grinnin' I got a Patek that I put on everyday I just watched you eat that bitch, how you not gay? I'm at the gun range just to practice on my aim Bitch, this Crip, watch how I get rich, Gunna know my gang You make your transitions, I go buck 'cause you phony Once my mind made up, I'm pullin' up like the Grim Reaper Since I let you hear my slang, it's blue and that's all I see Ain't no red cap in these lights, that's you, ain't no flaw in me This the lifestyle that we cherish everyday Taking risks, then count this cash in every way If you lucky bitch, then you just might get saved Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid Fuck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor, I got meds, they heal my pain Bitch, got all my peoples support, you think I raised 'em Bright stars shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith Aus Songtexte Mania