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So Harry-O out, huh? (Yup) Well you tell 'em I said pull up on me I got a sandwich bag for 'em (Right, right, right) (Right, right, yeah) Never seen a bag that I ain't like Lambchop with the doors off Lil' bitch, you know I got a wife As she proceed to take her clothes off Self-driven, this the life I chose My tunnel vision was somethin' like El Chopo's Black Swan on my toes, watch for the potholes I rather focus on how much water the pot holds Started out breakin' records, now we breakin' records Never thought I would be famous for my indiscretions She up and down on my pole, but this ain't no elеction I'm busy fuckin' the globe, bitch, I don't need protection Corrеction; this my C-section, how ya livin'? They makin' music but we on a different algorithm Lookin' at life through a glass jar, cloudy vision All I ever needed was one mic, Scottie Pippen I thought I told niggas this come with the territory New gold digger, that come with the territory The lifestyles of the rich get dangerous Some die with a name, others die nameless SongtexteI heard they plottin' on me, that come with the territory Keep that thang on me, yeah, that's self-explanatory But I ain't scared, speakin' the truth will get you canceled fast That's Dre drop, this type of talk come with a sandwich bag I'm in this bitch with a double cup She wanna smoke, lemme show you the ropes, double dutch Time to level up, nigga, paper been long Gators hangin' out the Lamb', Fred Flinstone B-baller, s-shot caller Twenty-inch blades and they on the impala So many years in the game, I done became a Rottweiler Survivor, with motherfuckin' diamonds on my collar Made nigga, fuck yo' advice, really got a billi' in my sights Blowin Za', reachin; new heights Buckle up, we 'bout to take flight Cartier froze, just watch VV's drippin' on Watts FedEx, I'm beatin' up the box Bad bitches, drop it like it's hot I thought I told niggas this come with the territory She a gold digger, that come with the territory The lifestyles of a crip get dangerous Some die with a name, others die nameless I heard they plottin' on me, that come with the territory I keep that rocket on me, yeah, that's self-explanatory Tread light, homie, they don't understand the math This real spill, this shit come with a sandwich bag Aus Songtexte Mania