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Don't get murdered, lil' niggas out here with no purpose Loaded lurking, rather get flipped than go flip burgers Cayenne swerving, niggas ain't built like that in person City burning, can't be saved with no sermon Still in search of, ain't no N.E.R.D. Left some enemies on that curb, I can not be perturbed I live out every word I put inside my verse, I Know my mama proud these, haters wanna down me, please It's not what you think? I could be gone in a blink, I don't wanna leave It's not what you thought We dying broke or live or with broken hearts Blower with a beam Shine when I hit the scene Blower with a beam Shine when I hit the scene Greener grasses, made it out, don't make shit for the masses When in traffic, no, you can't be giving out no passes Fuck a mansion, asked when I'ma move to Malibu or Calabasas I can't never do it, I'm too active, she attractive But she plastic I can't get with that shit She the baddest, but out here doing bad how that happen? Yes, he rapping but, he ain't got no bag, how that happen? Yes, I'm cracking but, hard to understand how it happened Songtexte It's not what you think? I could be gone in a blink, I don't wanna leave It's not what you thought We dying broke or live or with broken hearts Blower with a beam Shine when I hit the scene Blower with a beam Shine when I hit the scene Aus Songtexte Mania