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Yeah Armor-piercing No defense against Who his henchmen is What they pension is Conquer by division them Have his homeboy hit him So close, he couldn't believe it Happened so fast, it was like slow motion when all the witnesses seen it You might get a pass one time depending on who your people is My AirMax colorway coral reef, constant heaters We watching the game, the whole gym was watching our side of the bleachers Now who the man? Candy cane Corvette rally stripes Paint fresh, it ain't dry yet My driveway a motherfucking stunt fest Nigga, I'm really from this Choosing the opposite side would be a dumb bet Dumbo fly, elephant print My Cement 3 footsteps Laney High Jordan 5s Lake Shore Drive Ferrari horses Floormat carpet embroidery She told me tape it while she did it, hope that made it mean more to me SongtexteGirl, I ain't even got my phone with me Collecting thots, collecting drops, had to cop a warehouse Thirty cars in that motherfucker, doors open, they spread out Put a pool table in the middle of that motherfucker like a player house Roll thirty fatties, then I let 'em all air out Come over here Coming What is it? That car, look What about it? Never seen it before Yeah, let me get some of this shit real quick Address up, they put under, my fingernails tell a story, don't it? I'm with that shit, condone it Empty out on niggas, reload it, I'm in the moment Out the mouth, foaming at my opponents to catch the bonus We never put them on notice and if you noticed The streets birthed us, the pain nursed us The money cursed us, don't got respect and it's worthless Living my life's purpose on purpose, they had to hear us Only a little kid and they still clapping near us They made us feel this, but shit you talking is smoke and mirrors Your whole career is The hoes could hear us And break they neck to get anywhere fucking near us It's a numbers game, the hunger pang helped me figure it out Paper, living with it instead of living without If there's any other doubt, the semis is coming out That pretty much sums it up, I don't gotta spell it out Really, Paolo, a sportscar motor's built for speed Why should we hurry, Louisa? We're in no rush In any case, we're early as it is Chinchillas, big dinners Yellow Tail on a boat with a little champagne, won't you take a sip with us? We rich niggas From the bottom, they don't want to, but they gotta let us Lot of cheese, need a lot of lettuce I ain't greedy, but I need mine Growing up, I ain't see the signs On a PJ, let my seat recline Three and a half hour flight, I'm decorating my house, I got Wi-Fi, I need to see designs A couple scripts for my show, I need to read my lines A couple weeks on the road, a couple freaks getting blowed A lot of ashes on the white seats in my Rolls We pull up, they could smell us when we getting close Open the door, smell the smoke, see me flick my roach Move like a player, so be careful when you approach Sit on the field, got my chair ready, I'm the coach And I ain't flying coach I be flying private, don't even have to post My bitch is right beside me, she grinding that dope I started in the car service, now we in the Rolls Rick Owens on my toes Both wrists are froze Just picked up a pound of that kush like I'm supposed to Only hang around real niggas like I'm supposed to Only pass my joint to niggas I'm really close to Natural exuberance possessed me Step on it, you're not gonna let that old thing pass you I suppose this is example of relativity Relativity is the reason why when I drive the car, it's like a speed trial at Indianapolis And when he drives the car, it's just torture Be careful, for Pete's sake Aus Songtexte Mania