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I remember days, Im talking about days Nigga I had two fans in the crowd, it was just two, you know what I'm saying Maybe we was at the club or maybe we was at a bar The transition is wonderful, ya know what I mean, fly nigga shit Uh stadiums, Now I rock stadiums I remember days when them niggas tried to play me then Now I move work through my lady friend, watch me pack a hundred squares in a Mercedes Benz Uh stadiums, now I rock stadiums Now they wanna front me I used to have to pay for them On the side stage watch me wait for them Duffle bag full of money going straight to him Uh big dreams you gon need a big screen I remember getting an 8 ball when I was 16 Use to bite my nails that's how I knew the work was clean Four/fifths was in my jeans leave a nigga on the scene Work left my face numb, might leave a nigga face numb Little Vietnam was the first place I got that K from Putting the pen to the pad with some shit I couldn't escape from Death was the gate to escape what I ran away from Whole lot of trials and tribulations I ain't faking Did a lot of shit I did I'd be afraid to admit if I didn't make it We all go through shit, let's face it, gotta take it Might strip a nigga naked leave him in my partner's basement Letras de cancionesFor the check I show that, you might need a Kodak For the picture I'm painting nigga you gon have to show that And that's one hell of a reason I'll never go back Keep two under the floor mat, I'm on your shit like lojack cuz now I'm Uh stadiums, Now I rock stadiums I remember days when them niggas tried to play me then Now I move work through my lady friend, watch me pack a hundred squares in a Mercedes Benz Uh stadiums, now I rock stadiums Now they wanna front me I used to have to pay for them On the side stage watch me wait for them Duffle bag full of money going straight to him Uh mister red carpet hopper, Balenciaga shopper Moving work through Natasha, nigga I get it proper Pussy you gon need a doctor, top shotta All you here is blocka on your block, tie you up where your Prada Way before me and white was copping work from sly Nowadays I charge em high, put two in the ties See all the hating I despise, I'm loyal look in my eyes Cream of the crop now I had to bake the pies Who woulda thought that I'd be rich and didn't die in traffic Living through this madness draped in designer fashions Forever stretching like elastics, flipping just like gymnastics Bust em right up out the plastics, lights fantastic Travel all around the atlas, shows at the Oracle (?)Everybody pouring up Whole lot of chains on, everybody glowing up Whole lot of money piling, everybody going up Uh stadiums, Now I rock stadiums I remember days when them niggas tried to play me then Now I move work through my lady friend, watch me pack a hundred squares in a Mercedes Benz Uh stadiums, now I rock stadiums Now they wanna front me I used to have to pay for them On the side stage watch me wait for them Duffle bag full of money going straight to him From Letras Mania