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Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Uh, uh Back to back Cadillacs, black on black Action Jackson, these niggas... Huh, yeah Back to back Cadillacs, black on black Action Jackson, these niggas think they can rap Pedal to the floor, '97 Polo Sport boat shoes Smoking gorilla glue on a golf course Never had [?] source But I'm the owner of a sought after Ferrari horse Therefor underground rap star of some sort Musical drug lord smoking out his sports cars Been through it all, not bitter But I'm quite thankful for the experience, I'm richer for it Clearly the bigger person seen the bigger picture Wе seen hits before them niggas could hit us Bitch you dеaling with one of the top rhyme spitters I'm hella high everywhere I am Hustle paid the rent and it bought the Bent Put up a picket fence, bought the crib My feet kicked up, the incense lit There it is SongtexteYes, I slid off the grid, big ass kid Twenty pack of Kool-Aid Jammers in the fridge Macaroni and barbecue ribs, straight diggin' in Bad bitch in the kitchen made the pot flip Full as a tick Grinding up a nugget then I twist Back in the mix Niggas tellin' their big brother Spitta back on his shit [?] stomper, big numbers Low riders stuntin' Winter to summer, [?] nothing I wasn't bluffin' when I said I was coming back To leave them motherfuckers with their noses runnin' Dozing off on each other Gettin' high [?] fighting over [?] just pushing and shovin', graphic depiction Put you bitches right in the middle of it Food for thought, not for niggas with weak stomachs Yeah, there it is Jet Life, yeah Aus Songtexte Mania