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[Verse 1:] I gotta be honest Bragging was really not the mission Only way that they'll listen excuse me if you hear a contradiction Yea I had a chicken She had gave me a proposition She was in love till I told her French ain't my type of kissin' Them execs was dissin when I walked into that Def Jam audition Should've threw my watch in they face and then said it's time to listen Record label switchin Grindin cause I didn't have a pot to piss in Feelin like I was fishin' It was eatin my food inside the kitchen Before the second album Sophomore jinx was just superstition Who would've known that they would've been right But I ain't trippin Tryin to be an artist While they repaint the composition I need recognition Recognize ain't no competition [Chorus:] They said we wouldn't make it But now they copying the style that they said would never blow Lord wasn't no complainin SongtexteAnd now it seems like everywhere I go Steady crawlin On them 4s (Still crawlin) On them 4s (Still ballin) On them 4s Still crawlin on 4s mayne On them 4s (Still crawlin) On them 4s (Still ballin) On them 4s You can copy but you'll never ever be the real thing [Verse 2:] Trying to hit em with some knowledge They gon' respond and say it's garbage If I say my cars is Candy they tell ya he the hardest Look at how you boys is Talking bout cars in they garages They just mirages if you believe em You retarded I'm a grind regardless Step in ya castle steal ya crown Gotta give a pound KJ and Nancy they still around And I'm still the deepest Spend my thesis you still will drown And that XXL dude that said I would fail YOU STILL A CLOWN Can't get a digit or live it how could you even grade me I'm the one who pay me Personally give me money daily Completely crazy Talk to the streets the streets obey me Go ahead and hate me I don't give a 'F' like Weezy baby The caddillac looking cocky they set a standard to stop me Swagga jackers that copy I think ya swagger is sloppy I was just a child in the streets till I let Universal adopt me But now I feel like I'm the man If they ever plannin' to drop me A kitchen drawer with the flow Cause I'm sharp as a utensil Bring any writer I promise I'll break him like a pencil Any instrumental Rappers can't keep up with my mental Cause they mental's simple While my mental is monumental Been had potential Follow me cause of what I went through While haters jock me Copy my image like a stencil Don't try to jack me Give a message to those that sent you I bet the pistol show up in ya face like it's a pimple [Chorus:] They said we wouldn't make it But now they copying the style that they said would never blow Lord wasn't no complainin And now it seems like everywhere I go Steady crawlin On them 4s (Still crawlin) On them 4s (Still ballin) On them 4s Still crawlin on 4s mayne On them 4s (Still crawlin) On them 4s (Still ballin) On them 4s You can copy but you'll never ever be the real thing [Verse 3:] Should've betted in my chain That I'm better than the game I don't mean the rapper I mean every rapper that's in the game This the little internet nerd that you say that I gotta prove it to Alicia keys Keyshia cole Oh! My dough is beautiful I throw three thousand in the air just to snap a Polaroid Chamillinate anybody movin ya so destroyed Ka-boom! Say I'm dissin if you don't know the half I'm digital download with the dough You do the math My money move I get statements so I can view my dollars A one then a zero Zero be leapin' all the commas I can poke I promise Baby look dope as Pocahontas In the Bahamas Countin money in my pajamas Aus Songtexte Mania