Текст песни Telegraph - Caleborate

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Uh Ten toes down, nigga Ego on the ground,
Nigga Tell them f*ck niggas quit that b*tching right now I know you
Love the sound, it sound like the town Riding down Telly,
Smoke's touching the clouds I'm pitching on the mound,
I'm serving on you clowns I push my girl whip,
Something foreign swinging 'round I know these niggas ain't down,
Know these hoes don't really love me Know that money ain't real,
It just affect how they judge me See I'm a one of one dude,
My granny'd probably cut you I was playing hold,
My big homies playing crush groups I know who I am, I told myself, "
Dawg, trust you" I know what I am,
About a check like one two Or better yet Nike,
I do this shit for my young dudes I just run and gun in the West,
Yeah, like the Suns do Take advice but still do my shit or they'll
Try to son you All y'all hating on the young nigga get a f*ck you And
All y'all hatin' on these girls f*cking get a f*ck you too Let a
Nigga live, I'm just tryna find comfortable Excuse the expletives,
I got a lot to give But get up out
My way if you ain't tryna get rich, uh