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Imagine being broke forever You didn't really count a million With your own two hands (La Musica de Harry Fraud) Lacing my my man up the road, he just got caught with some dope Last week we was broke, never cared about the crater Just looking for smoke Could give a fuck about a G.O.A.T. I don't know her, but she already offered the throat Got this bitch driving the boat It get cold where I'm from so we Moncler every coat In the zone every time that I wrote, I live a life a lot of people jealous We from the bottom, fuck is you gon' tell us? If they don't kill us, they probably gonna jail us I seen the ambulance, and heard the medic Niggas get fame and don't deserve the credit Bangers was on me, serving every second I be so comfortable in every section Breathe, fuck her so good she don't want me to leave I had to keep a trick under my sleeve We at the scenic moving like a leaf Stuck in the trenches it get hard to breath Thirty-thousand in a nike box, where I'm from we never like the cops Make the wrong moves, and your life is stopped I tried to get it right out of the projects, bitches telling me that I'm toxic SongtexteWe at the trap looking like a mosh pit All you niggas do is gossip Get this money, disappear like I'm Hoffa If we're at the table, I sit like a mobster I go to sleep in my dreams see monsters Wake up and go blow the re-up at Prada I catch a flight just to pick up the product I could never be your sponsor Niggas had crack, but we had the weed I know a few that got rich off of ganja Middle fingers to your honor Kick me up out of the court, dope seen a lot of it bought I talk to God and then I die on the cross A lot of them sweet we gotta extort I catch a flight just to pick up the product I could never be your sponsor Niggas had crack, but we had the weed I know a few that got rich off of ganja Middle fingers to your honor Kick me up out of the court, dope seen a lot of it bought I talk to God and then I die on the cross A lot of them sweet we gotta extort I hope that you trust me, seen the stash We got enough paper to put in a sleeping bag Don't tell me, I see they mad I put diamonds on my bed VVS' on my pillow case, always moving like I'm in a race Came with Seven-Forties like its 'Twenty to Eight That's any state We was the ones your mother told you not to hang with Cause we was always on some gang shit If you ain't from it then don't claim this I signed my deal, and the first thing I bought was a stainless Then I went, and met up with pooch I only had enough bread for my shoes All my life I had nothing to lose The last place I'm trying to sleep is a pine box We would link up on Dime block I started with 50 my nigga that's 9 shots My life had my mom hot I pick and roll on any opposition, I was feeling like John Stock' What these rhymes got? Move right up out of those trenches, I sat on those benches feeling like "Why not?" I catch a flight just to pick up the product I could never be your sponsor Niggas had crack, but we had the weed I know a few that got rich off of ganja Middle fingers to your honor Kick me up out of the court, dope seen a lot of it bought I talk to God and then I die on the cross A lot of them sweet we gotta extort I catch a flight just to pick up the product I could never be your sponsor Niggas had crack, but we had the weed I know a few that got rich off of ganja Middle fingers to your honor Kick me up out of the court, dope seen a lot of it bought I talk to God and then I die on the cross A lot of them sweet we gotta extort A lot of them sweet we gotta extort Pay up nigga Pablo, Fraud, Hoffa Gotta extort Aus Songtexte Mania