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Don't you come out in the dark Don't you come out in the dark We might tear your ass apart Don't you come out in the dark Don't you come out in the dark Thanks for givin' me my start Don't you come out in the dark Don't you come out in the dark We might tear your ass apart Don't you come out in the dark Don't you come out in the dark Don't you come out in the- (yeah) All your conversations don't move me I'ma show these niggas how they do it in the movies Bet you know the name, you don't gotta introduce me Lately all my friends say I'm actin' too moody I'm tuggin' on the spliff, fuckin' pain don't last too long Feel insane 'cause I can't escape my past, move on When I'm facin' all these people, gotta keep my cool on I say it's all good even when I'm too gone And I might be a lil' too in over my head And I'm a couple hunnid miles from spitballin' in bed And I'm kickballin', I mess with my kick start Was playin' with PicsArt, not watchin the hip charts I miss when my wrist hurt from makin the rigs work SongtexteWhen I had to ditch work to try make hits work Now brodie quit his work, we got 'em in golf shirts We deep like the mobsters, I feel like a monster I can't even crowdsurf, but still the records touchin' the masses Them niggas mad they fate was told, the records move like molasses I mean for real to each his own, I hope you could pull the passes As they continue to guess, you lookin up like, "What happened?" Don't you come out in the dark Don't you come out in the dark We might tear your ass apart Don't you come out in the dark Don't you come out in the dark Thanks for givin' me my start Don't you come out in the dark Don't you come out in the dark We might tear your ass apart Don't you come out in the dark Don't you come out in the dark Thanks for giving me my start Thanks for giving me my start Don't you come out in the- Lookin' my way Lookin', lookin', lookin' my way Lookin' my way Lookin', lookin', lookin' my way Run it, run it, run it Run it, run it, run it Run it, run it, run it Run it, run it, run it Attention! Hut! Real cash, nigga, we don't rumble in this ho I'm a real cash nigga, we don't rumble in this ho Yeah, I give a real tank That'll make 'em legs shake Yeah, I give a real tank That'll make 'em legs shake Yeah, give a real tank That'll make 'em legs shake Let's go! Run me a weapon, I'm finna trip I'm from the West, lil' boy, you don't wanna test Hop off the porch, I finesse Bitch, I'm the best, [?] is normal Can't give a tip what I'm gon' do I end up creepin' up on you, I'm finna haunt you What can you say? Cuffin' my pants like back in the day Fuck up the events, recoup in a day Fall out on my mans? Nah, nigga don't play I ride for my brother, I'm keepin' him safe Just bought a safe, he whippin' the truck I'm breakin' the bank, not givin' a fuck Not runnin' no fades, not winnin' no luck My limit is up, my limit is up Oh my gosh, feeling awesome Niggas finna cut to ops, boy, I'm finna pop 'em VA to the bay to the LA streets, recognize 'em 757, ride for my city like it's Gotham Black power fist stand out in the moonlight like it's diamonds troof Real cash nigga, we don't rumble in this ho Real cash nigga...rumble in this ho Yeah, give a real tank That'll make 'em legs shake Yeah, give a real tank That'll make 'em legs shake Through highest highs and lowest lows I remember [?] Now I walk 'em, overflows [?] [?] niggas, I suppose 12 deep on the road Power, I rose When we comin', you should know Manifested all the gold Barely touchin' on my goals I'm thankful for it, Lord knows You can feel it in your soul I'm chasin' the bag and I'm steppin' in See me glowin', to the melanin It's AG at Coachella, man White kids at attention Chasin' a bag and I'm steppin' in See me glowin' to the melanin It's AG at Coachella, man Real cash nigga, we don't rumble in this ho Real cash nigga...rumble...ho Yeah, give a real tank That'll make 'em legs shake Yeah, give a real tank That'll make 'em legs shake And I give a- Real tank Real tank Real tank Aus Songtexte Mania