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Maybe I should slow down The same ones that hated see my shit turn around They told me that my shit was watered down A couple plaques years later, man, look at me now I had to outsmart these niggas I got my own squad, man I'm not a part for niggas Prada on my sweats, yeah, be proud of me New crib, new car, new salary Told my mama "No matter what, we still family" I'm working hard, no one understands me Shit real when you start a new family I need that Louis V, fuck it man I'm calling in Same ones I seen Jaden moonwalking in Moving out the house looking at apartments I had dreams about spitting this shit I guess it's time to let you in I guess i'ts timе to let you in (I guess i'ts time to lеt you in) It'll never really work if you ain't got trust How you stressed out, girl? And you got us You got bread You got crust Never burned down, bih', I'm piped up I'm a rapper they recite us Songtexte[?] I love my fans When I come to your city, man, I'm checking in And if I'm in Texas then I'm rolling with fans Stay close to your heart [?] I just wanna take a flight to Japan and never come back Quit all this rap I guess they want the old thing back 'Cause I'm that new flow with that old flow Cash by the boatload Got your girl twerking with my logo Yeah, man, it's a no-no Aus Songtexte Mania