Текст песни I Am Legend - Triune

I am legend the lebron of bars according to how I'm measured
Married to the game the moment I met it, uno entertainment nigga, lets get it (yeah)!
High rise where you find the boss, just drive the car
No mind the cost, underground but the boy still buy the bar, I grind like a nigga might die tomorrow
(Yeah) I see you haters on the low, so patient, can't wait to hate when I blow
Nascar earner fast pace with the doe, danica patrick fast pace with these hoes
I can see me fate in a rolls, sanaa in the thighs, with a face for vogue
I won't stop grinding til my 8th is an o, with skyscraper views and paper to blow, lets go

You now rocking with the greatest
We get it poppin
We getting doe getting paper
Now shorty drop it
All middle fingers to haterz
Cause we ain't stoppin
We selling out like the majors
I see you watching

I am legend thee biggie of my city, according to how I rep it
With me the path before me pregnant, so I guess it's us the future's expecting (yeah)!
I move like, the smooth type
White room fast strobes in blue lights, ambition the combination of two mikes
So I guess I'm blessed like gazuntite (yeah)
Fast cars, and new nike's, this the rebirth so welcome to new life
East european models a new height, when the sun switch I switch chicks for new nights
I left so many I fail to do right, daily divorces force a new wife
Floor seats on reserve they call me the new spike, and the hustle is just like we move white, ya dig

You now rocking with the greatest
We get it poppin
We getting doe getting paper
Now shorty drop it
All middle fingers to haterz
Cause we ain't stoppin
We selling out like the majors
I see you watching

I am legend, thee russell of this hustle, according to how I get it
He who respect get respected and he who not portrays the same roll as heath ledger
Yeah pull up in something mean in the yard, with jeans on that mean I believe in god
The breitling match the big b on the car, the nickname nebula I'm seen with stars
Yeah. Overseas with broads, rarri right drive, I've seen this far
Low ceilings and european floors, engines on autobahn bm's roar
Talk not this is real shit, future checks resemble those of will smith
To the top where we will get, death to all enemies feel missed, we taking over

You now rocking with the greatest
We get it poppin
We getting doe getting paper
Now shorty drop it
All middle fingers to haterz
Cause we ain't stoppin
We selling out like the majors
I see you watching

Nigga we gettin doe
And we feeling to blow
09 is us we been on a long road
From rags to riches
From civics to jags
Success is calling nigga we gotta go