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All I got left, young blood I don't need no money Do it for the— the rest of your life My son too young to know that he a prince I'm so grateful I had him when I was rich Growing up, having nothing was a bitch I'll tell him 'bout it though, he ain't gon' have to experience The scattered mind gave Priest his last scholarship They wanted him to lay it all on the line again But love made him do it, gloves on when they moved it They ain't want they fingerprints sticking to it Quarter link mink in the passenger seat of my homie Buick I got a call about a bag and he gon' bring mе to it Record label offices, I been through 'еm They give you a million, then they treat you like a second class citizen I'm here to tell you you could be as big as them Or even bigger than, just cut out the middleman It take hearts, it take smarts It take a boss to learn from taking a loss It takes heart, it takes smarts It take a boss to learn from taking a loss It takes heart, it takes smarts It take a boss to learn from taking a loss SongtexteUh, I keep 'em stashed around the city Middle of the night, I got a bad thing ridin' with me Or maybe two, they ain't tripping I'll never let a pussy nigga trick me out of my position A lot of lives is riding on my existence I get high and plot on how to keep gettin' it A lot of niggas 'round you not really your niggas Like they allergic to doing credible business It's a sickness, no kidding That's a Bentley, no ceilings That's a friendly, don't steal 'em I put rims on both Benzes Neither one of 'em driven In the studio, too busy Damn It takes heart, it takes smarts It takes a boss to learn from taking a loss It takes heart, it takes smarts It take a boss to learn from taking a loss It takes heart Aus Songtexte Mania