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Description
A night of bragging at full throttle: Lamborghinis, Louis jeans, jokes about codeine, and at the same time, a subtle memory of the places where it all began. The voice walks the black-and-gold line between self-assured luxury and street truth: bragging alongside weariness and a strange warmth toward one's own. At times it sounds like a lesson to the rich, at times like a reprimand to himself: “hold on, don't forget, pay for your life.” Ironic, noisy, and suddenly, homely truthful - for those evenings when you want to show off and remember where you came from.
Lyrics and translation
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You know, I realized
I never seen a rich nigga hate on me.
You know what I'm sayin'? Only broke niggas.
Now, I ain't gonna say rich niggas ain't hatin' on me, but they probably just do it in private. You broke niggas need to take notes.
You'll learn yourself a lot or two, for real.
Pull up to coliseums, hop in one print when they see him.
He talkin' to a spium, see that shit, we wanna be him.
He speakin' from the outside lookin' in, that there's a sin. Pull up, big body Benz, same color sky at p. m.
The hatred comes from genes, in my DMs. Never see y'all's creepin', leakin' spillage out the mouth.
How they say hip-hop ain't a nigga house?
Fuck when they ain't got a house.
That land belongs to mama or whoever the fuck the spouse. Your daddy shoulda pulled out and never shoulda spared a blouse.
Gun in my hand, extended mag do not fit in a pouch.
My mother proud of who I am, my father proud of what I'm 'bout.
No matter where in the world, nigga always bound to keep it south. I fuck her like I'm only thinkin' 'bout myself.
She fuck me like she only thinkin' 'bout my wealth. A wise note to self, spare your health.
Yeah, the game kills. All my south niggas on pills. My name ring in college still.
Ain't no one down when shit get real. These niggas squeal.
I whip the Rolls like fuck your life. I'm switchin' lanes to give her chills.
I'm rich enough to double all your deals.
They think it's cap, I'm down to show 'em.
Think it's sweet, I'm down to want five queens in Houston swimmin'. Gang hit my phone like, "What you on?
" I said, "Texas, hold 'em. "
Fuck rap niggas. I bet one thing y'all couldn't say is y'all never rode.
I need a newer handbook, real niggas must switched up the code.
They think it's cool to go and fold. I know I must be gettin' old.
These young niggas gettin' bold.
Boy, community full of genocides. A bunch of youngins tryna slip and slide.
This drillin' wave a vicious tide. Will you survive? So far we did it. Lamborghini
Aventador so small I barely fit in.
MoneyGram Louis shorts, the sweater hit the gym in. Who really grindin'?
Skateboard P, new Gucci link full of diamonds. Walkin' out the jeweler, my nose up, it's booger timin'.
My name is Al but she do what I says like I'm Simon. Stupid niggas never reap the silver linin'.
Terms and conditions. All these worms in the trenches made us vicious.
Have you ever washed your scale in the dishes? Fought the police defenseless?
Still a father to your kids while the baby mama trippin'?
Listen, baby boy, gotta drop your next nigga Almond Joy.
Know a couple Melvins that got killed for stepdaddy noise. But movin' forward, this is a Royce Cullinan. How I pay for it?
Hudda-dudda-duns. Sweet D Willie, every Friday's a honey bun. Young LA one, ain't
I the one? Oo-wee.
Ain't I the one?
Put all your niggas on, they say, "Nigga, I done tried that. "
Pull up any bitch we want, I bet I fried that.
Four years ago, they hit my house but left the side stash. I paint her face but went too harsh, she need an eye patch.
Can't fuck her if her feet ain't pretty, rubbin' against me like a fire match.
Anywhere we steppin', leavin' marks like a Monster Jam tire track.
Red and green bands intertwined look like a Scottish plaid.
Express my feelings to a bitch, felt like a sandwich bag.
She saw straight through me, I was lyin' like my bed was soft.
Brina ate to me like I child traffic.
Told her I'd be out, she spammed the wire graphic.
She thought it made me cum, it's only causin' traffic. Twenty-four karat glasses, give it to my twin.
Shave pin on every fin.
Double life, I been on both sides of a coin like a thumb.
Like vintage bubblegum, hard to bite. Ain't broke near not a limb, but each L one on ice.
Each L one us -fight. Each L one us strapped. -Oo-wee. Oo-wee. Mm-hmm. Black Mafia.
Splat.
Who decides war?
Will I live to see tomorrow? Damn right a nigga played in this murder mobado.
Fuck straight out the bottle.
Slot the bitch, she swallow, but I'm still here for the nachos. Cheese bitch.
Boy, I know scary niggas that squeeze clips. What you niggas gon' do in jail without your beam switch?
Can't believe we flew overseas to have some bean dip. Costa Rica. Can't speak
Spanish, so how I'm poppin' chicas? Nickelodeon Rugrats, we grew up slappin'
Skeeters. Yellow bone chick all that, you gotta pay the meter. Good burger.
Baby, they tip more when you a good server. Lil' bro duck the laws, he's a good swerver.
Fuck nigga got my lip purple. Step by Stephon, but the clip Urkel. Lens on it.
Walk up in the jeweler, drop a Benz on it.
Kill Bill, yellow, black suit, white bitch pony. She kill it, nigga.
Used to pump rappers over stealing shit. Now we owning strip clubs and businesses. Feeling it.
Send the invoice, you wanna build a bitch? Oo-wee.