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Really Champs still cold, came out the freezer I'm a different type of dope, can't step on me Everything VS on me Sticky tree from my GS homies Young legend all the vets know me I'm trying to catch up This door here is for success only My own homies trying to game of throne me [?] But the game don't love you dog, the fame phony It's whatever I cop 50 dosies My man a farmer he drive a pickup truck And keep some fresh Oakleys As I proceed to dump these joints for 25 a piece And buy a hundred with the proceeds Kony Niggas really be thinking shit sugar til they run into Shane Mosely You know this lane OD We ten toes down, we in too deep Only deal with a handful, no stragglers Unpredictable with the work, March Madness I wear my jewelry in the pool Rolling fire put me in a better mood SongtexteFaded knocking Uncle Snoop, Gin and Juice Stressing I need 40 greenhouses and a mule We make the plays and bend the rules You searching for some hustlers, this the pinnacle Plus the work is self-explanatory Gave my little man a shot now it's a Cinderella story Uh Easter dress, very fresh [?] today and the next Jets at your neck, main engines Corvettes Made the millions stretch, not on the media's list of the best But the years I put in been going to respect Broke bitches promoting meth, I'm on the private air Trying to do the 88 mirror like Roca Wear did Jet Life apparel sweats, Mercedes class is S My kid is AMG, I let my kings rest This that coca-cola, root beer, Pepsi soda run the taste test That Saab turbo with the tape deck What car I haven't named yet My collection growing storing cars in sections make, model, and year Let me make it clear That we the only ones making real money 'round here I keep my bitch crying happy tears Too inebriated to steal that champagne Got it looking crooked, tossed the keys I'm glad my homie took 'em I made it safe, can't gamble with my life unnecessarily When I know I'm counted on so heavily I'm like [?] I cross the lane for G's All the dogs can eat All the sharks can feast If you got heart and you smart you might survive the streets But don't stay there forever Cause there's so many levels Show 'em that you special, take the whole game if they let you The fuck could a lesser ever tell you I wear my jewelry in the pool Rolling fire put me in a better mood Faded knocking Uncle Snoop, Gin and Juice Stressing I need 40 greenhouses and a mule We make the plays and bend the rules You searching for some hustlers, this the pinnacle Plus the work is self-explanatory Gave my little man a shot now it's a Cinderella story Aus Songtexte Mania