Hu
Yeah
Ich muss mir nur das Mic greifen
Ey yo mein Leben ist wie Breitreifen
Am Seitenstreifen vorbei heizen
Und du sagst "Bruder lass den Scheiß bleiben"
Doch ich bleib eigen
Ziehst du nicht die Reißleine
Endet es im Streit, meistens
Lass uns durch die Zeit reisen, wieder zurück
Ja da kam Veli grade raus hat 100 Kilo gedrückt
Er wurd aufgenommen bei JamBeatz
Ein, Zwei Videos auf Nix
Danke dir Akita, deine Clips sind sowieso der Shit
Also wirf die Kohle in den Schlitz
Denn ich will Wohlstand anstatt Hofgang, keiner flowt wie Fucking Fizzle
Genauso wie das ist? Ja ganz genauso wie das ist
Denn dieser Sound hier geht unter die Haut, wie bei Richtung Glück
Kling verrückt doch wer hätte vor 10 Jahren gedacht dass ich es von der Straße schaff?
Jetzt ratet mal
Wer hat hier sein Spaß gehabt, wem gehts heute fabelhaft?
Ich komm in deine Stadt, reiß den ganzen Laden ab
Früher waren die Tage rabenschwarz, schlaflos, nix im Bauch
Ja ich hatte gar nichts, schlief bei Gazo auf der Couch
Zog mit Zino um die Häuser, wir haben jede Nacht geklaut
Vielleicht musste das so laufen, heute lebe ich meinen Traum
Dann kam Twizzy in die Schanze rein, Zwei Zimmer am Schulterblatt
Doch er wollte immer Ott bevor er das Pult anmacht
Wollte erst was essen. Nummer 16 China-Nudeln
Doch ich wollte einfach rappen, mach n Beat an und ich rule
Ey er hatte niemals Ruhe vor uns
Bitte sag mir wie oft haben wir geschrien "Mach auf!" vor Hassan seinem Kiosk
Wir waren jeden Tag so high, digga, sind durch die Stadt geflogen
Ich nahm jeden Song bei TaiMO auf, Abstand war geboten
Und Papa ist gestorben, was nützen mir hunderte Sterne?
Das' für dich denn du liegst heute unter der Erde (Rest in Peace)y a nigga can't live?"
Get this money, fuck these bitches though
Thinkin' 'bout the beef like
"We can pass these mothafuckin' straps like a physical"
This my city, nigga, e'rybody know it
Ridin' 'round town, just me and my Four Pound
Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it
L.A. niggas, be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm fucked up
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred
(L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
(L.A.) all I ever asked is one hundred
(L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
All I ever asked is one
Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'
Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors
To every single fuckin' function
Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family
And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget
Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny
People been reachin' out to me
And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit
I would have so many friends
If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments
I would have so many friends
If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
I would have all of your fans if I didn't go pop
And I stayed on some conscious shit
I would have so many more friends
If I lost my success and my confidence
I'm in the club every time that they play the competition
If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get
Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it, on top of the pyramid
Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself...
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred
(L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
(L.A.) all I ever asked is one hundred
(L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
All I ever asked is one
Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga
Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga
If he was still alive, he would kill niggas
He was Lil Snupe, I was Meek Mill
Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though
Can't think, so you roll up that indigo
Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'
Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn
Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go"
Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though
Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
You niggas don't feel me though
That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though
Not even to H-Town
So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga
Strapped up from the waist down
That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga
Shit was so simple when Henchman was out
He had a young nigga right there with Meech
So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
We came up on these California streets
L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?
Don't even matter, dawg, 'cause I'm a always be a real nigga
Always be a real nigga
I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga
Y'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do with me
All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hundred
(L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
(L.A.) all I ever asked is one hundred
(L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest) yeah, one hundred
All I ever asked is one