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Zone 6 nigga, Pyrex whippa (Pyrex) Niggas been doubtin' me ever since a nigga started I hop in the booth, and I'm goin' retarded I bring out the fire, and I'm hittin' the target Back in the day, if I wanted to eat Then a nigga was stealin' his food from the Target Now I go shoppin' with Pyrex at Lenox We empty the bag when we hit Neiman Marcus Bitch, I'm a muhfuckin' smart guy You niggas look at your son like Marcus I don't care who's on the XXL Freshman List Nigga, I'm goin' the hardest I'm a real Atlanta nigga You know you can catch me at the muhfuckin' 'partments I stash the money right under the carpet Hoodrat nigga, wife beater my garment (Yeah) Everything a nigga say in his raps On my mama, that shit just be true I was wearin' Carhartt even back then I remember niggas was wearin' all Trues I done spent too much time 'round Pyrex Just bought the one [?], keep talkin' 'bout two And I'll never cross my nigga On God, you don't know what we've been through I done seen shootouts, yeah, yeah SongtexteI'm talkin' 'bout broke, yeah, yeah I'm talkin' 'bout too much pain in my life You should think I cry every time I spoke I just channeled all this bullshit in my life, put it in my notes Now I got 300, 400, 500 bitches And they all want it down they throat (Yeah) And I'm like, "Okay, cool (Yeah, yeah), okay, bet (Okay, bet)" (Crazy man) Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet, (Okay, okay) Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet) Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet) Okay, cool (Crazy man), okay, bet (Crazy man) Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet) Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet, bet) Okay, cool (Crazy man), okay, bet (Okay, bet, bet) Okay, cool (Okay, bet), okay, bet (Okay, bet) Yeah, uh, SwaVay do his dance, huh? They know if SwaVay get up first He reachin' right back for his mans, huh? Don't gotta cap, know you a fan, huh? Even when I take a L, we just adjust It's part of the plan, huh? (Yeah) And I'm only ridin' for my dawgs, when I'm up Who be ridin' with me every day In Atlanta, if you touch Almetha's son, on me, you gon' die today All of my niggas gon' need that deal, I want them thinkin' we just robbed the bank I don't need no more lil' pistols, I need a No Limit Gold Tank All of my bitches be too damn pretty and havin' an attitude, and it stink If I did it on my own, tell me, who the fuck I'm gon' thank? And I'm pullin' up on niggas with that brick, no, I ain't Craig I just heard from a lil' birdie, some lame-ass niggas, they want me dead And I'm like, "Okay (Yeah, yeah), okay, bet (Okay, bet)" (Crazy man) Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet, (Okay, okay) Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet) Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet) Okay, cool (Crazy man), okay, bet (Crazy man) Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet) Okay, cool (Okay, cool), okay, bet (Okay, bet, bet) Okay, cool (Crazy man), okay, bet (Okay, bet, bet) Okay, cool (Okay, bet), okay, bet (Okay, bet) Aus Songtexte Mania