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(Ayy, Chavez, go crazy) I lost my youngin', I swear that shit made my soul cry When I'm on stage, I be nervous, it be the phone lights Used to be flashing from guns, but it be the phones now (But it be the phones now, ooh-ooh-ooh) Quarter million Rolex look like water in it Not supposed to have it on me, but I still be rollin' with it I cannot get caught without it, shootings happen every minute Niggas mad 'bout bitches, I been lit since I was in elementary (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Wonder how it feel to see me go from school to television Devil want my life for some fame, but I won't let him get it Promise not to change, stay the same, got my dogs with me Flashes on the stage, it's not the police, got my dog trippin' Shoutout to them niggas that was dissin', tell 'em catch up with me And I changed my life, I pray to God and I pay for killin' Six figures on lawyers, free lil' Looney, jury found him guilty Took my grandma baby, seen her cry, when you free I'm buying a Bentley I lost my youngin', I swear that shit made my soul cry When I'm on stage, I be nervous, it be the phone lights Used to be flashing from guns, but it be the phones now (But it be the phones now, ooh-ooh-ooh) Quarter million Rolex look like water in it Not supposed to have it on me, but I still be rollin' with it I cannot get caught without it, shootings happen every minute Niggas mad 'bout bitches, I been lit since I was in elementary (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Songtexte They ain't wanna see me make it, them niggas was goaltending Pull up in that ghost alone, I don't have a soul with me 'cause everybody changed before I had a chance to get here Forgiato tires, remember shopping all the Goodwill Remember it was dark and I ain't think no one would find me Now I walk on stage and all the flashing lights are blinding Rich and still hurt, I'm shedding tears in this designer Focused on this paper 'cause they’re folding up like binders Thirty on me, I'm city rolling I'm hurt you might never notice Niggas mad 'bout bitches, I don't get it, I just guess I'm different You prolly see y’all walking down the aisle I let the gang hit her One life of a rapper, the other one a life of crime I missed Fay's funeral, I know he would've came to mine Me no talk to police, that's NoCap, he known for staying quiet Million dollar smile, I'm still dyin' on the inside My life ridiculous, fuck a sentence, gotta ride with it I know niggas had it on 'em and they died with him Rock him like a baby 'cause there’s certain shit we don't consider Broad day on weekends, we gon' cut they block up with these scissors I lost my youngin', I swear that shit made my soul cry When I'm on stage, I be nervous, it be the phone lights Used to be flashing from guns, but it be the phones now (But it be the phones now, ooh-ooh-ooh) Quarter million Rolex look like water in it Not supposed to have it on me, but I still be rollin' with it I cannot get caught without it, shootings happen every minute Niggas mad 'bout bitches, I been lit since I was in elementary (Ooh-ooh-ooh) I run with some vultures and some slimes Niggas mad 'bout bitches, I been here since I was in kindergarten I can't get mad, I feel y’all, didn't think that I would get this far Aus Songtexte Mania