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(Just tryna get comfortable with the booth again people I been gone for a lil while, ran around, Lil, couple towns and shit) Listen the money's everything to a broke nigga, nothin to go-getta I fall off I can start all over A lil more soda, This time I cook it in the Foldgers instead of the (Curba) mufucker They owe ya, they duck ya, you ain't gotta hide homie That's only toilet paper, that ain't pie-money You hearin the rumors, I'm hearin 'em too If they told you I'm gettin money, what you hearin is true What you savin, I blew, Vinnes Styles From Tavernetti to Greedy, so many styles What I floss for I ain't figured it out yet All I know to the streets, the mixtape is the outlet And I ain't out yet, album ain't drop yet Yea ballin but Capo ain't on top yet Who me, I'm just the man behind the music If they talkin foolishly, that means I probably influenced it Bynoe prolly put his two cents in We been doin this since niggas was watchin Benson Mr Belveder, Webster So many downloads on myspace I could start my own Napster The trapster, the Rockstar Bitch! Mr Michael Knight and my boxster's Kit Letras de cancionesLadies all love me, pull up on black dubbies Hop out fresher than? Humphord in the cubbies? Lemar and Dauley rugby, I'm so 90's Breitling with no ice on, I'm so grimey But it look like I do it for TV Dirty ass Far-Rock nigga, ya'll see me! Say I'm self conceded, I'm like "how dare ya" Starin at myself, blowin kisses at the mirror Everybody pointin fingers at Stack I ain't the reason Minati did numbers like that But I earned with Clue and 'nem, learned from Lue and 'nem (Own cars and cribs) Labels don't know what to do with em So maybe when they figure it out I'll let some of they young niggas come out From Letras Mania