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Uh Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah And I say, every day I wake up with my mind on this money Promise, when I get it, can't nobody take it from me Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules On my momma, all I know 'bout is these drugs When she at work, and I'm right outside with them thugs Yeah, I got friends, some of 'em blue, some of 'em Bloods So I'ma pick up on the flag just because Imagine what it's like to wake up every day and know you don't belong Peer pressure got me ridin', got me on the tag-along Fuck these hoes and get this money, that's the only theme song Even if I don't agree, I know it's bool to play along I can't go out like no bitch, I'm not no punk, I'm no peon I'm no gangsta, I'm no dealer, but my niggas put me on What I really got to lose when I go home and lights ain't on? For some money, I'll finesse you, don't push me, might crack your dome (Uh) All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah) That muhfucka too hard (Yeah, said) SongtexteAll my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah) And I say, every day I wake up with my mind on this money Promise, when I get it, can't nobody take it from me Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules Yeah, double life shawty, I know that I'm wrong I know I can't put none of this bullshit in my songs I repent to God and ask Him, please, to write my wrongs, hol' up Here go the work hittin' my phone, hittin' my phone, yeah I don't wanna live like this Momma raised me better, yeah, guilt trip like this How did it get like this? Pray to God, hope He forgive this shit Wanna run away right now Out of the city, I wanna forget this shit Runnin' away from a early death Knowin' that I can outlive this shit I don't wanna live like this Momma raised me better, yeah, guilt trip like this How did it get like this? Pray to God, hope He forgive this shit I wanna run away right now Out of the city, I wanna forget this shit Runnin' away from a early death Knowin' that I can outlive this shit (Uh) All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah) Like I just muhfuckin' said, that muhfucka too hard (Yeah, said) All my real niggas to the left, all my real bitches to the right (Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah) And I said, every day I wake up with my mind on this money Promise, when I get it, can't nobody take it from me Real Atlanta nigga, get you knocked off with your attitude Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules Never had no pet, but I got dog food, cash rules Never had no pet, but I got dog... Aus Songtexte Mania