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Yeah, yeah Dough stash in my Beamer, I could cash out on Adidas Should I trap, should I rap, or spend this cash all on a feature? Them niggas is in the field and they adopted, so I teach But I gotta spend this cash all on this motherfuckin' re-up I'm trying to be a leader, but shit, I'm fallin' in my past The trap callin' for this cash, I scrape the bottom of the stash Front a nigga one and I can press it, I can stretch that bitch to half A lot of shit a nigga never had, a nigga tryna grab And R.I.P. my nigga Black, 'cause they chopped him into pieces He was tryna duck polices, I was tryna duck the Reaper I was on the block, hustlin', just tryna stuff the reefer In the pocket with the nina, shit, I'm poppin' with the heater If I need to, I'm in the kitchen bakin' like Anita Tryna freak it like Adina, sell a sneaker to a beaner I was younger, but fuckin' up the re-up, coppin' sneakers 'Cause the OGs never taught me how to be up, I got beat up On them corners, but I came back Trap back jumpin', had it poppin' on the same track Lil' mama thuggin', got my name as her face tat She just gotta face facts It's some real niggas in this shit, you can't replace that Same block, same strap, shoot a nigga face back Leave his head in his legs, waist in his wave cap Cocked the K back, was blowin' blades where his braids at SongtexteCocked the K back, had so much pain, so I stained that Mama cried tears but did biz throughout the years I had a couple niggas die, and I'm just wishin' you was here But shit is clear, I'm ridin' with my pistol like a Piston Through the fear, and let them niggas know I'm here I promise when I die, they celebrate me like I'm 'Pac It'll be because I reached my goal, not 'cause I sold this rock Any nigga that try to hate me, promise, dawg, they gon' get shot Up, finna die, and I got niggas that's still down to knock your top I put this on my baby, this "being broke" shit done drove me crazy All my friends done got ghost and went Swayze My number one question now is, "Lord, am I gon' make it?" 'Cause it's times I feel alone and just so hopeless on this pavement I try to work a nine-to-five, but I can't wait for payment Shit, that shit just take too long and plus the feelin' so complacent But I look at that road, and it's like my goals is so adjacent The devil on my shoulder's gettin' colder in this basement I got killers on the left of me, drug dealers on my right To the world, they look scary, but I knew these niggas all my life And now my little niggas scammin', he tryna cop it off a swipe I remember different nights, duckin' cops and runnin' flights Of stairs, niggas gettin' scared, but pussy boy, that ain't my type I threw it up with niggas past my weight and twice my height Ever sat up in that dark place, just tryna find a light? I can't even trust myself, my left hand don't know my right I can put this on my dead mama Marijuana sales done bought this Ferragamo Out of state licks, done got to flex some Moncler on 'em Bitch, I'm all smiles like the logo of the Maricama Niggas can't stop me, now they fearin' on me Only thing I fear is God, I can never fear the odds Eric committin' a suicide, the only time you seen the tears fall Shoutout my nigga Nessy, in the city, they tried to clear him off Then my cousin Dave got shot in front of grandma's I been in them shootouts in the parkin' lots and standoff Real plugs where I'm from, no niggas never ranned off Give it to my lil' nigga, pass it by the hand off Had to sell him game, you gotta pass it, put your man on Even if I Even if I do get it And I might not try it 'Cause I was born broke but I'ma die rich Even if I If I never get it I'll still have this dope stash when I blow past Sell it slow like it's winter in the forecast I gotta make it I gotta make it Said, I gotta make it And if they won't give it to me, I'm gon' take it, whoa I gotta make it I gotta make it If they won't give it to me, I'm gon' take it Aus Songtexte Mania