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Yeah, yeah On a mission and I'm fishin' for my nigga Ski Beatz Pulled up in my Chevy, left it sitting on three Smoking with my dog, all we do is lay heat Uh Firing thoughts from behind the three point arc We playing with [?] that's what took us from these neighborhood parks to professional ball courts Luxuries of all sorts This is the wide world of sports, agility and smart I displayed and made the whole planet my stage The weapons in gage, locked in on a pay day My rhymes are screenplays Million dollars on every page, watch me prove it I continue copping roofless coops from this music Cops pursuing him, try to figure what they doing Underground rap trapping couldn't have been too good to him Old Chevy's on new rims, gorrila glue wax [?] I'm high no matter what Stoned and plotting on stacking up Y'all are clowns, just wrap it up Aus Songtexte Mania