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(Zino Records, hahahaha) Ridin' with them tings Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing Pounds stackin' up till I'm snappin' rubber bands Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can Feel like the flyest nigga up in motherland We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land Laugh fuckin' haters, I'ma do it all again With the gang and my family, all we do is win Remember when me and Likkle T were broke (Remember those days) Now I give all the drug dealers hope (I inspire niggas) Break them off, they're always asking for more Let's go, I sell bricks fam, you can't get a draw, let's go Fam, your chain look glass like your jaw, uh I gave out samples on tour (Trap star shit) Now all these haters wanna bring it Cah I just hopped a house with my trainers to live in I'm a rabbit with the stick (Yeah) If I'm mackin' your chick She'll be gone when I spoil her like the back of my whip (Yeah) Bitches come around, now he's actin' out of character And I could tell them Cali packs came from Canada (Know the difference) Fam, I'm still on the block, I ain't a pop star (Out here) SongtexteAll the crackheads love me, I'm a rockstar Can't park anywhere, I'm worried 'bout a tracker I bring my youngens Wireless to rob your favourite rapper It's Nines Ridin' with them tings Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing Pounds stackin' up till I'm snappin' rubber bands Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can Feel like the flyest nigga up in motherland We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land Laugh fuckin' haters, I'ma do it all again With the gang and my family, all we do is win Don't compare me to them dirty niggas (Nah) I make more than crack dealers and I flip green (Yeah, yeah) Of course I made mills before my thirties, nigga I was wearin' Rollies at sixteen Me and Midgy, we up, that's a quarter mill Slipped up, now I gotta watch her take the morning pill Lookin' like a footballer in these whips I drive (Yeah) I was wearin' RM's and they was sixty-five All these niggas here, when I was broke, they weren't around (Yeah) I coulda been in Top Boy but I turned it down (Sully and them man) Uh, my whole body lookin' froze (Sub-zero) After my show, we got a lobby full of hoes, uh I used to sell packs in the pouring rain (Out here) When it comes to this trap shit, I'm hall of fame (Harlesden legend) She see the stars in my roof now she miss me Bitch, my new car's bulletproof, I come like 50 Ridin' with them tings Ridin' through, dash on 'em, switchin' both lanes Came from the bottom, now it's money ain't a thing Pounds stackin' up till I'm snappin' rubber bands Runnin' to the bag, yeah, catch me if you can Feel like the flyest nigga up in motherland We like Peter Pan, tell God can never land Laugh fuckin' haters, I'ma do it all again With the gang and my family, all we do is win Aus Songtexte Mania