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I ain't got no fears of the top Heels on the blade Fingers full of rocks [?] my wave When they shut down the [?] (Fuck it) Got that cash out, goin’ braze Work like a slave [?] car [?] Dress up [?] to compete with the stars It's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race) Nigga, [?] hustling made me The real ones out my circle shape me Even when her feelings hurt, she pay me I’m not perfect baby All them niggas and it hurts, they hate me Dig my real ones out the earth, don't thank me [?] raised me [?] and my dog caught rabies And my catalogue is all that HD Don't make me wait please Take too long? That's late fees I break redbone's you break E On God and demons When I kneel and pray up to the stars Am I quoting holy scripts or is it lies? Who decides who lives or dies? SongtexteKnow my co-defendant won't get no surprise Take mines and put his onto the side Let my middle finger rise high I be outside if I want to Send a addy, on God, I'ma rush through I stop niggas, finna slide on that one fool Niggas swallowing their pride like it's lunch food Ooh, I pull up and you hide, you a chop chop chop And that nigga ain’t alive if he riding in my trunk Drugged up charges on my [?] Flights out of Boston eating frog man Blue face, pink face, get ’em all in When I had the heat case, couldn't call them [?] in a sports Benz, ain’t no Porsches Top drop, on him once [?] like it's morphing Scorching, South East, Orleans and York-in She need endorsements Them Porsche wings got [?] Fortunes, money spent but it's bringing more in Pouring in, if it ain't me, it ain’t important I ain't got no fears of the top Heels on the blade Fingers full of rocks [?] my wave When they shut down the [?] Got that cash out, goin' braze Work like a slave [?] car [?] Dress up [?] to compete with the stars It's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race) I ain't got no fears of the top Heels on the blade Fingers full of rocks [?] my wave When they shut down the [?] Got that cash out, goin' braze Work like a slave [?] car [?] Dress up [?] to compete with the stars It's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race) I ain't got no fears of the top Heels on the blade Fingers full of rocks [?] my wave When they shut down the [?] Got that cash out, goin' braze Work like a slave [?] car [?] Dress up [?] to compete with the stars It's a rat race (Nigga, it's a rat race) Got that cash out, goin' braze Aus Songtexte Mania