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bad bitches, countin doe, baggin rocks - crazy vehicles.....kitted.....my whole teams committed - we was poor as kids..... but now it seems we've done did it and blew - other niggas find the style hard to chew, talkin bout we too wild, and that's emphatically true, so don't cross us....or you'll be on the ground countin losses - for rea; - every nigga I know will peel a motherfuckin dome like stockin - we be the owner of the style many niggas be jockin - blocks be rocklin - Glock pops alot and, damn, there ain't no stoppin me or my mans. We like whatever. Pop told me that this money's not forever so I look for investments for my crew to bury treasure. That be it, say when ya makin money , paw, ya see it - cause if ya can't be paid, it's like ya can't be shit HOOK Ringleaders are coming, get up your dick-beaters - or heaters - and share the mind state of a fetus - can't beat us - and lyrically them niggas can't see this as it go's - we turn kilo's into litres. Pounds turn to smoke in the concrete flood - and blood will often turn the dirt into mud. Bulletts become shells - names become bells, and if you blow street trial, nigga your cell becomes hell - said even time don't tell, at least that's how it used to be, but it's a different day and time and strong eyes don't see down Songtextethe wire - ready to blow the empire like a friar, smoking blunts strong as desire - a messiah - raised amongst men that conspire to retire but often end up the town crier - In the fire of a cold world yo, said it be flamin - still we aimin to be the one - Titus & Haymon HOOK Get ready - my whole teams known to rock steady - No Getty - I gots more sauce than spaghetti - a machete - I'll turn your whole frame to confetti - to the nitty-gritty, we bout to flip the pity petty - when braves become slaves and plots become graves - and strays fly in the air like they was Blue-Jays Robbers can be cops - while thuggs police blocks - I sit beside my window sippin sky on the rocks - to see the church got locks - no goodness in gracious - Loungin with robber barrons in rooms thats palacious - to weigh dissin us with the need to lay down - no more misunderstanding - coming at you , aye-now, who be talking - better than that yo, who be hawkin - I suggest you turn around and just start walking, or I'm a catch you coolin talkin what a fly life and keep it real and cut your throat with a butter-fly knife HOOK GET SWAZY - WE ABOUT TO FLIP THE SCRIPT AND GET CRAZY RICH KIDS UP FOR RICH BIDS BABY - GOIN ALL OUT - GETTIN DOWN GETTIN GRAVY - ON THE DAILY Aus Songtexte Mania