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I got mob ties I'm on some gangster shit But I got paste I'm 'bout to cop a cause and Banksy print This my third round I am never done Stop being a bitch My response to everyone All living on borrowed time Time won't heal, you're all dead Might as well say you're a blood When I think of you, I see all red I'm going for it, I'm going for it I'm in sixth gear, I'm in full force Pull up right to the airport Knock the bitch out of his Air Force Couple of rappers at home talking shit But they know, that don't mean shit to me They're not respecting me Soon as I'm home? They got no balls Like they all had a vasectomy Shouldn't of pushed me and left me alone Where they just glad to come for my throne Now these demons are back in my dome Don't think I won't set a fire to your home Killed shit for so long SongtexteIt gets to the point you hate fame So I sat back for a few years Let a bunch of fuck boys take the reigns I don't wine, don't complain I'm still insane but I'm focusing Just have to rap and my competition starts Shrugging their shoulders hopelessly Got fucked up for like three years And man put so much dope in me Then took some time to recuperate And still there's nobody as dope as me I was a king, boy Then I just vanished Then I got hungry Now I am famished Now we gon' see it, boy How much you can manage I'm fuckin' you up, boy Structural damage Hip-hop was gettin' dead to me Was gettin' dead to me, was gettin' very tired But now I'm back and I'm very hype I'm spreadin' fast like a prairie fire Look at all these rappers dressing bummy Look at how they wear attire I'm verified This stupid dumb bitch ass needs a verifier I said, "Well, there's a possibility to get that action" And I told her, "Suck my dick until my head collapses" They won't see me coming I'm a patient beast These dudes act tough but all homos like it's Ancient Greece Demons, I gotta fight A whole football team inside I've learned how to just be chill And I just smile, but I scream inside Got nightmares I scare myself so much at night, I got white hairs I'll kick back while I act cool And I plot to kill, I don't fight fair One AK, two GLOCK-9s One 38 and a knife here Gave 'em all time to catch up And I'm still ahead by lightyears I was a king, boy Then I just vanished Then I got hungry Now I am famished Now we gon' see it, boy How much you can manage I'm fuckin' you up, boy Structural damage Aus Songtexte Mania