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You wanna be rich or you wanna be broke? Thinkin' to myself, I had a long night Woke up somewhere else, I had a long flight Sweatsuit for the flight, I got it, Off White This for my niggas really came up off white You ain't never been on no mission that touched your heart, right? You ain't never fucked no bitch till she ain't walk right I know youngins that shoot funny like they Cartwright Home invasions feel amazing till you get caught, right? We masked up like Bane on them dark nights FN bullets treat your body like a shark bite Outside on them benches under park lights That phone ring, you better answer, I don't call twice In a smoker crib, could find me all night Made enough for mama groceries, now, we alright Homie, you pussy with a strap, that mean you all dyke In these New York City nights, you better talk nice Thinkin' to myself, I came a long way I could've took the wrong exit and went the wrong way I'm just praying to God they let these songs play I ain't have to follow niggas, found my own way This shit ain't a game, so nigga, don't play Don't never make a bet you know you won't pay Think I could get away with murder, bitch, I'm OJ SongtexteSmokin' good, seat back, play the O'Jays Seat back, Maybach, Luther Vandross House slippers, gold chains with a damn robe What I drive today? Mercedes or the Land Rove' Yeah, you thought that was your mans but your man's told Hundreds in my bankroll but all that glitters ain't gold I swore my heart done turned cold but that's just how the game goes I be in the crib home theater watching Django Thinking about the past like, why the fuck I come for lame hoes? Was dreaming of fortunes for me to schemes and extortions I blow a bag up at Nordstroms, I used to party at Morgan Them college days I was not as paid Used to sell weed after class and work at Fridays Dorm room, I would burn sage and bump Sade Bring a baddie back and blow that back out 'bout five ways Oh yeah, back in my day Dreaming of the future, we done came up from the past Livin' out today like this shit gone be my last, my God Thinkin' to myself, I came a long way I could've took the wrong exit and went the wrong way I'm just praying to God they let these songs play I ain't have to follow niggas, found my own way This shit ain't a game, so nigga, don't play Don't never make a bet you know you won't pay Think I could get away with murder, bitch, I'm OJ Smokin' good, seat back, play the O'Jays With some bitches that go both ways When I seen Nas in Belly I got a low fade Iverson talkin' 'bout practice made me grow braids We was dusty coming up, shoutout to Locane Now, I'm in some foreign shit takin' up both lanes A lot of years they gave them prisons, still they won't change I never seen referees up in the dope game I feel like Meech, gold rollie, couple gold chains Blowin' money fast, blowin' money fast Couldn't tell me shit, I counted a couple hundred cash Don't want to drive it if it ain't at least two hundred on the dash Everybody wanna ride with you until you crash Thinkin' to myself, I came a long way I could've took the wrong exit and went the wrong way I'm just praying to God they let these songs play I ain't have to follow niggas, found my own way This shit ain't a game, so nigga, don't play Don't never make a bet you know you won't pay Think I could get away with murder, bitch, I'm OJ Smokin' good, seat back, play the O'Jays Fortune Favors the Bold Aus Songtexte Mania