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Harley bike swangin' Brand new coupe, man, the top floor bangin' (bang) Nuts still hangin' Mad it out the hometown but I'm still dangerous Neckpiece, Johnny Dang it All my soul intact, untainted Couldn't learn this shit off a trainer That's a whole lot of jewels there, ain't it? Diamonds all cut, enough racks I was cuttin' off all rats, cuh Made this much here off of packs On the Vegas strip bettin' on black, uh War wounds but I'm intact I'm in a better mind state, in fact They don't wanna see us make our way through the back Pipin' up too much, can't even scrap I pull up on a fuckboy clique Bodies hit the street, they foldin' I was in the CA rollin' You was in the DA trollin' I was on the freeway servin' up threeways Ye ain't even see we holdin' Every drug in the book, we sold 'em Givin' young ones the game, we older Onto, better, onto better things SongtexteNever, won a, 'ship got seven rings Had no, handouts, I did everyting All of this money, thought I served cocaine straight outta Medellín All of this money, I'ma need more accounts at Regions (Regions) Cop two PJ flights, I'm switchin' up regions (switchin' up regions) Damn, I came a long, long way from servin' up heaters Countin' my blessings and dodgin' my demons Y'all say money ain't a thing, but you got no diamonds Still tryna block my shine [?] And the high horse y'all sittin' on nose divin' See all the fuck shit y'all cosignin' Hit the beach, boy, with the shell tops Made two mill off the mailbox Truth comes out when the veil drops And I'ma still be on top, still on go Still in the bank with my chest out Pussy, y'all still on hoe Still in the fast lane winnin' that cash game Pass y'all twice, y'all still on slow Took care of my mom, took care of the team Took care of myself and I still want mo' Take care of any y'all fuckboys talkin' that sideways shit And that's still on bro Pussy, I'm Onto, better, onto better things Never, won a, 'ship got seven rings Had no, handouts, I did everyting All of this money, thought I served cocaine straight outta Medellín Onto, better, onto better things Never, won a, 'ship got seven rings Had no, handouts, I did everyting All of this money, thought I served cocaine straight outta Medellín Aus Songtexte Mania