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I don't know what kind of Dr. Frankenstein shit happened (East side all mine just like every time) Technology When the credits roll and it's known who did what You'll see my name lit up, big as fuck Acknowledgement for a lot of shit Punchlines the critics didn't get Metaphors that they didn't dig Award shows we were never invited to sit Red carpet photoshoots we never got a chance to rip Ever since I ever been wrote East Side on my shit Gotta represent anywhere I ever went Trunk on my Chevy made it clear, candy painted Dedicated to my time 'cause I love it here Oh, this my year, everybody say the same thing Only a few put effort forth to prove true what they claim I'm one of them, mayne, strongest link in the chain Me and my little bro do business plans of champagne Television money hit a little different Check for two episodes bought me five Bentley's Television money hit a nigga little different Check for two episodes bought me five Bentley's Hopped up out that motherfucker smoking like a chimney Hopped up out that motherfucker lit up like Christmas SongtexteHopped up out that motherfucker attracting the bitches It was unintentional really baby, I was just living I can't help it if she fell for me 'cause I was chillin' While niggas stumble over one another tryna get with I was thinking digits, always thinking bigger Lemonade and liquor get it goin' quicker Swimming at the studio, one love, Mac Miller Yeah Can I, uh... let me hop on this joint, bro Yeah, alright We some professional world travelers, rich bachelors Plots to move back to Africa, peep the vernacular Not a word wasted, every sentence is sacred Though it's hard to be creative when you live in the matrix Cinnamons jaded, private life but niggas invaded The benefits fading, fuck fame but Benjamins cravin' Need more, work harder, you bleed more Malibu property right by the seashore We just rent it out, Airbnb it, collect the profits This is not rap, boy, I'm here to drop knowledge This hip hop shit brought me to the top college Speak to the students at Harvard nigga, I'm honored Summa Cum Laude how I graduated School of hard knocks, she infatuated Every move calculated Invested in stock, not a dollar wasted Far fetched dreaming, same night is crazy Damn ain't God amazing? Private jets, no stress, boy I must confess Stay aligned on this path, continue my quest Bad bitch, five star dinners, the menu is sex Every time we touch the stage, the venue is blessed Aus Songtexte Mania