Tekst piosenki
Head in the clouds feet on the pavement
A nigga act foul then we bring it to him flagrant
No money making in they house boy its vacant
We at the top they bottom basement
They stare in a amazement I never be complacent
I stack paper and I give you entertainment
Since a young nigga had to be rich
I love life but at times she could be a bitch
To these hoes I ain’t shit look at my car
My dedication good but I ain’t a star
They say I’m getting better some say I’m sub par
Became a different man on the fourteen of march
Two words get money flipped a few birds and I got money
Had to change it up and I mean appearance
Got them thangs for the low like the on clearance
I’m on my high horse I’m running this race course
A nigga gotta problem bring the guns like a task force
Yea nigga that’s real talk
Them guns do you in outlined in white chalk
(Huh)
The style never duplicated
I’m the truth boy nothing near overrated
They looking sideways I’m feeling hella hated
Fuck cash be them words them bitchs stated
I’m getting money my nigga but that’s a understatement
On my way to the throne like I was reinstated
And my niggas on they way to K.E.B and rich times 2
A.M.G be the crew sick like the flu
I’m an outkast skew it on the barbeque
Two words take notes
Loose lips sink ships don’t get on the boat
Still on that other shit born to that gutta shit
Ima stunt look at the carrots in the bracelet
These streets really get addictive cigarette
I don’t think they get the picture or the feeling yet
That I does this I’m that nigga you old heads was this
(old Head)
So embrace it success so close swear to god i can taste it
For Real
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