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[feat. Rain] Journey's been running hard all his life Cause life never treated him right Well he ain't running now Ya see... [Verse 1: I-20] My money flowing it's roller blading you cheap skates Life's a bitch and I treat her just like a cheap date My only mission is reinventing the peach state I'm out here pitching and did I mention I keep weight Bobby balling the bottom line is I body niggas You see the 'rarri the Lamborghini Bugatti nigga You keep on poppin off on me we more than ten deep They more than not enough homie they are in rim sleep We rocking shows when it's crunch time, we started nigga Body blows and punch lines, we sprawn nigga You only feeding me this is my open invitation The only thing that's preceding me is my reputation These niggas hitting on money but ain't nobody claiming While Bobby shittin on niggas they out here potty training I'm what the game has been missing and what the streets need And it's not fair (call it nightmare) sweet dreams [Hook x2: I-20] Letras de cancionesThey keep on sleeping on me They keep on sleeping on me They keep on sleeping on me My time is coming watch your mouth if you was speaking on me [Verse 2: Rain] Sweet dreams of a million sitting in the war Nightmare on Elm Street I come to kill em all On the couch with that Spade got me feeling talc Bitches hit the club just to see a nigga ball Pick three to leave with me then I'm peeling off Thee allure of coming through with the ceiling off You least tourbillon make the baddest bitches talk Upscale D-boy yell again drug dealer talk So if they talking life then you gotta kill the judge Shoot em down and with your foot give em a lil nudge Make sure the job done, murder for hire Or non-believe watch ya burn in eternal fire Pitch came with the same Rick James' desire To call in that black widow F50 Spider Black rarri rider, rest if you tired Notoriously hypnotize ya, open ya eyes up snap [Hook x2: I-20] [Verse 3: I-20] Ok, wannabe superstars, talking like they super hard All these niggas blowing smoke, to me... Careful who you speaking on, yeah we out here cheffing strong Talking on that Amber Rose I get my Wiz Khalifa on That mean that we getting lit, I am who yo bitch is with Presidental suite had the wits of my constituencies I'm a make a freak a her, I just gotta speak to her Tell her I can clear her throat, swallow all my wrinkle up I'm hearing what they try'na say but they ain't got the mind to pay Carats on the altamar and you can't get the time or day Nigga there's a fine to pay, you goin have to pully up Blow a nigga budget down and honest, just to show him up Nigga keep on rolling up til they ain't nothing left to smoke You know they say that money talks, I guess that's why we never spoke Major of the business dawg, I know my niggas feeling this And I ain't into burning bridges, guess that's why I'm still with Chris [Hook x2] From Letras Mania