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Uh, ayy (DJ Victoriouz with me in the building) Ain't no weed rolled up over there? Damn, one more time Ain't no weed rolled up back there? Fuck, hand me that cup Uh (Ayy, Wondo, you made this beat? Dang), yeah My lil' nigga's itchin', he gon' take on all missions Better not play the field, pussy, I'ma have my dawgs sick 'em Shoot it out with the whole city, all fifties, all Glizzies Pop out wearin' black masks, we know most of y'all witnesses War between some young niggas, likely to involve bitches Next thing, got a wall for the deceased, room full of our pictures Feds wanna catch a nigga bad, know they all wishin' (What?) I'm gettin' rich, so suck a nigga dick, I know that y'all listening Chains on me all glistening (Uh), blur a bitch vision (Ayy) Difference is you in that five-sixty (I'm in that six-fifty) I'm ballin' out, but just like Ja Morant, you didn't pick me, bitch grizzly Thought I lost it, but I really didn't, big frisbee (Uh) Started on the block, now I'm worldwide Nigga, I been trendin' before verified (I been trendin' before verified) When I saw a murder, I wasn't terrified (I wasn't terrified) Stuck up in this shit like I'm paralyzed (Like I'm paralyzed) Gangsters gon' unite, one day our day arrives (Our day arrives) Thankful for my life, I pray I stay alive (I pray I stay alive) Movin' like the man 'cause I got bread now (I got bread now) SongtexteI can't let the fame get to my head now (Uh, uh-uh) Thousand dollar cash, mil' skully's on my head now (Ayy, ayy) But niggas I was thuggin' with, gettin' money with, they dead now Pain in me, keep the flames with me, nigga blackout, just see red, I Wised up, might contradict myself on shit I said I be trying to slow up like, "Herbo, nigga, use your head" Got a bodyguard, but nigga be really dependin' on that lead Nigga not no reptile, nothing but tears and bloodshed Nigga not erectile, but I keep one up in the head (Keep one up) Niggas fucked up in the head, you get one up in your head Feel like I'm one up in my head, niggas like, "What's up in your head?" Oh, that's just tough luck 'cause he scared? Niggas gettin' tucked up in they bed Oh, you a killer? Why you ain't slayed? What's them face tats and them dreads? (What?) You a pussy boy (Pussy), go on hits, but you keep missing You a rookie, or (Rookie) hollows poppin' through your skin Like some cooking oil (Like some cookin' oil), he ain't really with the sin He a pussy boy (He a pussy), go and let the smokers in We been looking for it (Smoke) Aus Songtexte Mania