Текст песни
If
we
ever
in
that
jam
I
tell
my
dog
to
sick
em
Cuz
we
ain't
going
out
victim
They
been
killing
rappers
young
I
speak
life
in
existence
Media
got
em
scared,
they
thinking
that
the
end
near
But
history
repeat
itself
that
mean
we
been
here
I'm
doper
than
that
Pyrex
pot
Producing
rock
I
been
stepping
on
Versace
Now
it's
fire
at
my
socks
Talk
to
my
pops
about
these
stocks
Want
cash
flow
for
cash
grow
No
Mercy
Castro
This
music
for
the
maybach
I
ain't
copped
yet
Man
they
do
it
for
profit
I
feel
like
I'm
a
prophet
I
been
working
on
projects,
projects
that
I
ain't
dropped
yet
Treat
the
mic
like
I
hate
it
Screaming
all
my
frustrations
It
record
what
I
say
They
think
I'm
premeditated
Something
very
peaceful
Yeah
Let
the
top
down
and
let
ya
hair
blow
Pull
up
in
something
cozy
but
we
flyer
than
they
know
Pillsbury
dough
My
dawg
keep
the
toaster
on
em
We
spreading
peace
just
to
avoid
the
police
25
To
life
a
long
time
when
you
ain't
even
25
I
took
my
fears
and
tears
and
make
goals
beyond
my
years
My
old
head
say
I'm
beyond
my
years
If
we
ever
cry
we
drop
designer
tears
I
been
stepping
on
Versace
I
been
stepping
on
Versace
I
been
stepping
on
Versace
1 Element
2 1000 Presidents II
3 Get Yo Hand Out My Pocket!
4 Steppin' On Versace
5 Rock-A-Bye Baby (feat. K Ai)
6 Heavyweight
7 Colors
8 The Perfect Guys (feat. 3ktrae)
9 Soul Train (feat. Aundre' Raashad)
10 Black Business
11 Jets Fly High (feat. Techsolo & Jet)
12 Never Too Much (feat. Juhhad Leone & Mic C. Craz)
13 Asè
14 Finished Canvas
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