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Angel on the hood, the hustler that could from bad make good, from one make dual, from that make plural Multiple quadruple Lamborghinis revving in the warehouse in neutral Music been fruitful, can't complain but for sure it's some suck ass niggas in the gang Can't put change on everybody, you get fucked up when you get sloppy After this watch niggas cop it, try to, before all hell is shut Probably caught falling in a baby hammer Duck tail spoiler, with the radar scanner She bought me a new tracksuit every day I stayed with her in Atlanta So I left her with a handful, sorry baby girl I gotta scramblе You know how your mans do "Damn! What's the matter? Bergеn's taking the Testarossa" Ayo , German engine in the car, big joints on stuffed cigars No luck, this glory to God, nah, this ain't no overnight shit I been grinding hella hard, turned up into a nice flip Fucked up life, had me stuck in a tight grip Battling vices, taking L's like the dice trick flight risk Now it's twice the rent for my Nike kicks On planes, high as a kite, jet lag, bitch Lately life's lit, can't complain, I see no comp All these niggas is playing, been speeding in my lane Married the game, never broke a promise I need a boatload of dollars Hopping out 'Rrari like Philip Michael Thomas Or Collins Fuck college made commons over my street knowledge Everybody eats, now we on shit brick by brick, I built this Now pricks wanna be partners , 'fuck outta here "After I pick up Acosta and meet Levesque, we go to the drop How are you gonna give us the location? There's no way I'll be able to do that Acosta's Colombian, he doesn't trust Anglos it has to be Me" Aus Songtexte Mania