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Been a while Hoffa, yeah Niggas ask me, "what's up with the music?" Shit, I been actin' Lately my clothes been vintage, not into the latest fashion I feel like I can breathe again, I related to Toni Braxton And I still get the chills from the thoughts of my homies laughing I witnessed tragedy and got back to my pen and pad Most of the feelings I felt for the industry, I got past them (Fuck 'em) Bunch of niggas that came out before me, feel like I lapped 'em Lebron James, these niggas Bron's son like Action My attitude was passive before I opened the package Fiend in the living room high, nodding to Gladys I seen roaches fall in the toaster before the bread rise Funny I'm alive but I'm only concerned with dead guys Fed time, always avoided it since my teen years Surrounded by stand up men, a rat won't be seen here It's summertime in Harlem, I'm sippin' Clicquot on a beach chair Plates only for family, making it hard to eat here For three years, dealt with the hate from niggas that I love Two options, win in the trenches, sell or you buy drugs Convince me you had ill intentions, turns out it's not love Added baking soda in a double, call it pot luck This the life we living Sending flicks to homies in prison SongtexteThose SIs and these VVS', they see the difference Laguardia just landed, get waffles from dirty kitchens I'm vibing to some classic shit I ain't heard in a minute I ain't serve in a minute, ain't hand to hand in some years In my hand was just a beer, this Cartier chandelier I never ducked the fade on any day, let's meet up in the square Newports was clickin', fresh up out the bookings, selling squares Made dreams out of nightmares, I woke up Niggas tried to swing and he got broke up Want smoke and it ain't joke's up I walk through the fire, eyes wired like I'm coked up I never powdered my nose up, game I was trying to soak up Listening to legends that did it when it was real out They comfortable in prison so ain't no telling them chill out Cut the chef a check before he even brought the meal out Made the Reggie smell like exotic, brought the orange pills out Peel out, Hellcat speeding, I'm knocking Supercat Die for being a witness, you ain't had nothing to do with that East and Harry Fraud, they scared to sleep, that Freddy Kruger rap Before I blew, I blew a stack on baggies and the newest strap Hoffa Aus Songtexte Mania