Origineel
Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh
Eh, eh, eh, eh
Fort killers, Broke breads with brick dealers
Four-fives turn animals to chinchillas
From the South Bronx came right up
Took the wrong pill last night, f’d my night up
Uh, underrated is an understatement
I got old money prolly in your mother basement
Stash box, Hk’s, Sk’s, Ak’s, Mac’s, no laptops
From the street to the rap, ain’t nothing different
Bagging up, watch the lock-down, San Quentin
Mind racing, money be my destination driver
Selling snort, heli-port, hella-choppers
You hear the beep, then you see the light
Got some homies in the pen might never see the life
Pitbull, no lice, mask on, long nose, homie with the clip full
I been making power-moves
Back when Amber Rose was shaking her ass in Sue’s!
Back when Ma$e brung Randy to the block
Just couple days I had Maya on the block
Nothing changed but the players in the game
Rules and the suckers,The nerds and the cuffers
Kyle Watson: Born Undercover
Tom Sheppard, I’m all in your mother
Talking New York fool, serving the dog food, on CD’s, Nah I don’t talk to PD
I’m posted on the block still
Shout my homie Diddy for the Ciroc deal
I ain’t signed yet, made it to the billboard
Man this the kinda shit niggas kill for
Uh, Five stacks to my favorite dancer
Stunt my ass off, shorty like “Lift your pants up”
Money longer than a flight to Taiwain!
Got your bitch going down like my timeline
?, 50 Thou Rolley-ing, 50 Cal ?
Bleached chair, be clear
We the mob took the chips need a few rings
Car 500 horses, it grow wings
I be balling like the Meadowlands
100 round drum sound like a metal band
Coldplay, U2, you now rocking with the leaders of the new school
Hundred racks, homie getting paper-cuts
Coke Boy leave you leaking like a paper-cup
Is the cup leaking yet!>?
Vertaling
Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh, Uh huh
Eh, eh, eh, eh
Fort killers, Broke Breads with brick dealers
Four-fives turn animals to chinchillas
From the South Bronx came right up
Took the wrong pill last night, f’d my night up
Uh, ondergewaardeerd is een understatement
I got old money prolly in your mother basement
Stash box, Hk’s, Sk’s, Ak’s, Mac’s, no laptops
From the street to the rap, ain’t nothing different
Inpakken, kijk naar de opsluiting, San Quentin
Mind racing, money be my destination driver
Verkopen van snuiftabak, heli-poort, hella-choppers
You hear the beep, then you see the light
Got some homies in the pen might never see the life
Pitbull, geen luizen, masker op, lange neus, homie met de clip vol
I been making power-moves
Toen Amber Rose nog met haar kont schudde in Sue’s!
Toen Ma$e Randy naar de blok bracht
Een paar dagen geleden had ik Maya op de blok
Niets veranderde behalve de spelers in het spel.
De regels en de sukkels, de nerds en de boeien.
Kyle Watson: Born Undercover
Tom Sheppard, ik zit helemaal in je moeder
New Yorkse gek, die hondenvoer serveert, op CD’s, Nah ik praat niet met de PD
I’m posted on the block still
Shout my homie Diddy for the Ciroc deal
Ik heb nog niet getekend, maar ik heb het tot het billboard geschopt.
Man, dit is het soort shit waar niggas een moord voor doen.
Vijf stapels voor mijn favoriete danser.
Stunt my ass off, shorty like “Lift your pants up”
Geld langer dan een vlucht naar Taiwain!
Got your bitch going down like my timeline
?, 50 Thou Rolley-ing, 50 Cal ?
Bleached chair, be clear
We the mob took the chips need a few rings
Car 500 horses, it grow wings
I be balling like the Meadowlands
100 round drum sound like a metal band
Coldplay, U2, jullie rocken nu met de leiders van de nieuwe school
Hundred racks, homie getting paper-cuts
Coke Boy laat je lekken als een papieren beker
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