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Damn, P. Damn, JR in this bitch, Don't forget the official. We get it poppin' like mollies, Percocets, and Pistols. M-I, do or die initials, So it's Michigan. Get this currency circulating, You paying or perpetrating. My nine-four, they praying, they hating, they Faking. Sick of the situation they facing. Get off your ass, fast for the cash, or Be financially forsaken. Hip-hop's ours for the taking, hoes gravitating back To the basics of this cash chasing. Just saying, game over, I bring flame like chain Smokers. R. I. P. to your fame, It's that lyrical Crack cocaine. Your name's over, fathered your boys, Keep it pushing like strollers. Shit need to stop it with the odors. Drunk minds speaking harsh that's sober. They ain't stacking no chips, so they carry 'em On they shoulders. Running out of luck, these niggas Need a clover. Self-made in this bitch, we taking Over. New body, no Maserati, reclining in a Ferrari. The key to the game survival, stay solid and Sacrifices. Be careful because they watching and Praying you lose it all. They gon' hate me Even worse when they witness a nigga ball. Trust me when the Koopa little pussies in my Pants, bitches, I paint pictures. Pay attention, I needed no cost to it. True music coming up from the bottom, get used To it. You tripping, got to shoot up bus If you jump stupid. We chilling, trying to come Up with ways to get paid quicker. Survival of the fittest, can't stand the heat, get In the shade, nigga. Real business, no playing, No room for complaining. Just made changes, stay Focused, my occupation. Counting money is my Obligation, gotta get it, no time wasting. Stay patient, playing the D, we made it to The Matrix. Told them that I would make it, Organized with the paper. Do you and fuck a Hater. Ares, go ahead and kill 'em. I'll leave you paralyzed when them shells start Dropping. Closed casket at the funeral, it wasn't an Option. Should've listened to your mom and came in By curfew. Now I gotta show you how them Goons can flip moods. From being cool to grabbing tools and getting rude. They plead the fifth if it ain't about the Money. You run your mouth like a fool. Last nigga tried me eating food through a tube. They say they getting money but don't get to It. They love hating on me so I let 'em do it. If you ain't got no money, Nigga, you fooling. Chasing these hoes, my nigga, is you stupid? Last time I checked, all I do is get Money. Direct deposit to the bank, yeah, I'm living Lovely. Your bitch wanted to get a hit, so I made it quick. Then I had to dip Right back off to the trap where I move It quick. Niggas be tripping, talking nonsense 'til That K come out the trunk, then your head Gone missing. Showed them niggas once that I don't Be bullshitting. Cash is king, money, Nigga gotta get it. Focus on the grind, I ain't worried about no bitch. Top weed for the night, but she swear she The shit. Go sit your ass down and go Find you a lame nigga. Swerving in the lane, just doing my thing, nigga. Came a long way, I want a Bentley with The red seats. I only talk when I hear A beat or a beep from the money machine. These niggas ain't really fucking with me. I mean that shit and I'm speaking for the Whole team. You ain't really 'bout that life, You don't want no heat. Man, I'm a champion. You can meet me in the ring with no Mask on. Every night is Halloween. I go hard in the paint, ain't no stopping Me. There's no stopping me, fulfill it like a Prophecy. And this was meant for me. I'll make you remember me. So take your shots Of Hennessy, now take a minute, remember me. Here's an early notice for them bitches who gon' Hate on me. Fuck 'em all tastefully, thank God I ain't basic. The D is for demolishing, the A is for amazing. Style stay clean, but the beat is what I'm Staining. Polo button up, Vices, J's in the thick. When I'ma keep getting business to the death, you Should get something. Fucking catch a slug if you Fucking with my income. Bro, it's a whole bunch of thugs where I Come from. Business over bullshit, nigga, You might learn something. Town, Limp Limp Town, Limp Town, Limp
Self Made — The Cause
«The Cause» — Self Made. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:36. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
