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Born as kings, die as kings nigga I got with Fraud, ain't nothing fraudulent Still hit the bar get bent He produced it, I'm just talking shit I had a dream we all got rich Not a hating bone in my body, Gotti', I order hits Had to take a trip to the islands, find out my origin We just trying to ball like a tournament, shine like an ornaments I'm eating Cuban food in Miami, link with my Florida bitch Healthy, we just trying to be wealthy, that mean you more than rich Gangster catch a body in public, that way we all convinced (Shoot that) If you solid, you ain't gotta speak on it, it's in your actions With money came division, money broke us down to a fraction This life don't compare to me and my daughter out relaxing At least he pulled up with some baggies, I'm stressing out trying to match him Some shit never change, like you had a million dollar bill Steel sharpens steel, spirits got around me, and I caught the chills For real Before we bagged it up, we let the fan dry it My youngins trying to get it back in blood, they vampires Me and my circle a bunch of sticks, this shit a campfire Disrespect till niggas can't find you buried with ants by you under dirt That paper made him lazy he ain't want to work At close range, blood on his tee, put on another shirt Nobody saw it Songtexte Life ain't what it seems From the dirt, for the niggas still clean Hot and fresh on the scene I be doin' shit that niggas never seen (Never) I be getting bitches that niggas only dream I just want the money, peaches and the cream I just want the money, ball with my team We just some niggas that came from the concrete Gotta have a dollar and a dream And believe Dollar, peace to the Gods, peace to the Earths Let's run the Universe, everything I been thru in a verse Before my hearse, I want Ferrari horses Cavalli hoodies or the lobster fours The dope was raw that mean they gotta call us Meyer Lansky, hide the dope in the rice in the pantry Len Bias coke, drop dead right on the campus Plug gave me my own work, now I can stamp it Dust made em get naked, they started dancing Harlem shaking in the lobby like a Diddy vid I ain't gotta fantasize, I talk my shit we really did Of course can't charge him as an adult, because he still a kid Make his rubber burning before we build a bridge I'm low, but I be in the mix Scrambling, niggas lost their life due to gambling That weed on the campus in Louisiana Grambling, really wildin' Talking bout them cells we was in and out of Now the kicks are thousands, still get my lobster from City Island Life ain't what it seems From the dirt, for the niggas still clean Hot and fresh on the scene I be doin' shit that niggas never seen (Never) I be getting bitches that niggas only dream I just want the money, peaches and the cream I just want the money, ball with my team We just some niggas that came from the concrete Gotta have a dollar and a dream And believe From the concrete nigga Hoffa Aus Songtexte Mania