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Proud of you, boy See, what they don't know We family It's just us, baby Nigga I'm in the zone Coming home They don't know I spray off whole clips Play off old shit 'cause they don't know They was saying I wrote shit Yeah, I wrote shit They don't know They was saying we hopeless But we focused 'Cause I'm in the zone Coming home They don't know Better get the molasses out your ass girl Her money slowing but we live in a fast world Bigga getting money, he gotta fast car I was sellin' dreams to my last girl Hop in the Double R T, not a scratch It's the third chauffeur this week SongtexteScoop V.I.P, he on 139th St Bag of cheese doddles, coconut Italian ices Lil Kill Bill, pop a chill pill I can go on the Ave 'til this day and it's still real, but You barley see me now, I'm too up Maxi on TV now, black copped two trucks Shorty was something fine, Rollie another time Rolled up another piece, snorted another line Perfume Dior, CHANEL No. 9 Cold as the Artic Blast, temperature hundred five I can smell a deuce even when I ride I tell the truth even when I lie Nigga we the proof even when I die 3 piece Armani suit, that nigga fly I spray off whole clips Play off old shit 'cause they don't know They was saying I wrote shit Yeah, I wrote shit They don't know They was saying we hopeless But we focused 'Cause I'm in the zone Coming home They don't know Added a new roof top, yeah I'm the reincarnated 2Pac, yeah Camilla Cabella, she on the radar Continental GT, I gotta AR Got 'em in the cheap seats, I gotta pay y'all Jealous of EMG, they don't wanna play y'all Gotta AK, I shoot deers Run up on you like Chakka Zulu, nigga, I threw spears Gotta figure that made me mad Bitches is crazy bad Fucking her dog style, finger in baby ass See me, she wanna flirt, tease me I wanna squirt you Fuck and hook up a steak, Celli from Color Purple Snoop had me sipping Gin, it's a team effort See, it don't matter who get the numbers as long as we get the win Get to the money first, family I get 'em second The bitches I get 'em last When it's beef, I get the weapon I spray off whole clips Play off old shit 'cause they don't know They was saying I wrote shit Yeah, I wrote shit They don't know They was saying we hopeless But we focused 'Cause I'm in the zone Coming home They don't know Spray off whole clips Play off old shit 'cause they don't know They was saying I wrote shit Yeah, I wrote shit They don't know They was saying we hopeless But we focused 'Cause I'm in the zone Coming home They don't know Yeah We family We Wingates, baby Boss Don Biggavel VIP Color Purple Yeah We working hard Aye, VIP man Time to reap the fruits of your labor Oh, yeah It's EMG Music baby Yeah I'm in the zone They don't know I'm coming home Aus Songtexte Mania