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Yeah Yeah Yeah In the grey flannel with the Sade jamming Double antennas on the pink Impala Spent some days planning 'fore we put it in action Gotta make it happen 'cause I'm for sure gon' have it They was just laughing but I kept mashing Now I've long sped past em to where the cash is; rainy day stashing Don't hustle backwards, bless the reach Underground king status While maintaining relevance for some niggas is a challenge Imma break it down for you so you understand it Jet Life bitch, this is what building a brand is Just laying it in my end in Louis shorts and some Stan Smiths She picked me up in her Aston, a little bragging But ha, it wasn't her mansion Mama I ain't even asking, that shit don't matter Just bring me to my homie crib for weed a Cuban sandwich Put that on the set like moving cameras I put on the Jet like Louis baggage I wish you niggas had some type of guidance OG used to teach you, when you speak I can tell you ain't the brightest Why the hell you think I ain't excited? SongtexteMy life is to forreal full of thrills, up and down so I don't write it They told me "Treat it like chess" I Louis V all my luggage, these diamonds mean that I'm blessed I learned a lot from the thugging, this shit can change in a sec New foreign smashed with the puddles cause when it rain you get wet I took Grandpa's truck, it's hard to fuck with the help And most of these niggas kids, I'll beat your ass with a belt I grinded, don't cry at all, I played the hand I was dealt This entertainment for y'all, they pay me 'cause I'm myself When the sun set, I talk to God, I'm grateful My bag secure, me failing? ain't going broke, to my homie fierce I'm buying shit for my closet, might never wear it That medicine in me? Nah I'm feeling cured She told me to fly home, now she on the spear I fell but I'm still successful, look at the wins Aus Songtexte Mania