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(Al Geno on the track) I was havin' bad dreams, way before the fame, way before the lean Them youngins go cop .223s, and Jordan's, until they matchin' I turned them shackles to diamonds I turned them shackles to diamonds Your baby bang red like Santa Claus 'cause he ain't used to get nothing for Christmas I went to sleep broke so many times, now it's fifty racks in my pillow I took every drug just to deal with it, but I'm still missin' my nigga Sit at the house while I'm rollin' loud, probably'll take a hundred guns to Coachella Bet shawty come back when I cheat 'cause shе know the next nigga ain't realеr How you gon' come around, tryna seek fame, and I still can't hide these tears Too much money bring attention, I be wishin' I was broke The way a nigga livin', I just pray I make it old Told Rylo, "Get that paper, we'll drop a mixtape later" And go pack out arenas, the shit we used to dream of Two hundred thousand on my neck, but don’t look wrong 'Cause this that same shit a nigga lose they life for They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates They ain't never tell a nigga They ain't never tell me I'd lose all my teammates, but I need one more strip I was havin' bad dreams, way before the fame, way before the lean Them youngins go cop .223s, and Jordan's, until they matchin' I turned them shackles to diamonds I turned them shackles to diamonds They ain't never tell a nigga ballin' come with court dates They ain't never tell a nigga Aus Songtexte Mania