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(CashMoneyAP) (BatGang got that heat, boy) (VVS got the juice, ho) I'm makin' progress now, I put the blueprint down I bought a blueberry phone, I'm in a new whip now I started him off with a zip, he get a few bricks now I got a Starbucks boomin', I make a ship touch down South Twelfth, I really got it off the curb And I don't get the respect that I deserve, but I'm Muslim now Back when it was only me and DJ Earl, when I told him I'm gon' take over the world It was just me and my girl First mixtape flopped, that was that nerve Tryna lock it down for self-respect, I might be on the vеrge Told **** to come record mе on the road, told me, "No" Although it hurt, Brasi never got deterred Everything that I was loyal to, it dragged me through the dirt, that's my word I got love for a gangster, shed blood for a gangster But people drag your name through the mud when you a gangster Still got love for **** and I don't take nothin' from him I'm up in rank and I ain't pushed one button Tatted with faces, I ain't get none covered Put 'em in place and I ain't get nothin' from it I know they still tryna get somethin' punished The godmother gave me comfort, I'm protected on that other end Money on my top, receivin' blessings on that other end SongtexteToo afraid of organizations, it gotta fall Watch I put another secret compartment inside the wall Free my dawgs behind the wall, may Allah be with us all Feel no respect, oh, watch I give this shit my all Peewee league, peewee cheese, why not get what you can handle? But monkeys can't be sellin' no bananas Don't let that go over your head, I was only tryna give you an example Just know I'm in that bracket, I don't do no flexin' and controllin', I'm demandin' Slum lord, standin' in the trenches with that package Landed back in Cali, shout the Texans, say it landed Shoutout Canada, what's happenin'? Wagwan, super Brasi say, "What's happenin'?" Askin' for my number, baby, sorry, you can't have it Can't give her no dick, it'll make the bitch believe in magic I can't give you no energy 'cause you just a distraction No goin' backwards, if you not addin', subtraction And all the pain that I deal with turn into passion Angelic form when I put it on, I been fastin' When in the car, please don't be alarmed, ain't no traction I married someone from Louisiana with no accent And when she dance, movin' all that ass, that's that action And when she smile, know that drive me wild, her reactions And we done turned up, we done built ourself a mansion It's been a long road up and down, now we happy You lookin' for a microwave blessin', it won't happen It won't happen You lookin' for a microwave blessin', it won't happen I-I-It won't happen Aus Songtexte Mania