Текст песни Still Got It Made

[Intro:]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Terminology
Yeah, yeah, yeah
This business is usual, baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a Puerto Rican and I don't speak this, so

I got a name
I got lasers and grenades
And razors and blazers, in case you're aggravated with hate
Big' for my shoes, they deposit in a lope
Gone to my shows, it's like an army bounce for the truth
ST. stop, I know you heard of us
My ' fellows fallen, and I burn this up.
What? I write BAU
Fuck the feds and the cops and the DA, too
I got a name, so let me repeat
From the stage to the street, yeah they all know T!
Terminology, and I'm fulfilling a threat
I kick a whole in the speakers, I take your life in our jet
Don't be a set cause I stay in a jet
Different city, different color, come and see what I'mma get
Talking pounds, pounds, euros, cash and yens
Coming up in the casinos when I'm cashing in.
I got it made!

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Frank the Butcher
Realm Reality
Term, what up?

Game changed, I've been changing it too
My bos choose to remove, that was' brought to a tune.
This mild mode, I don't give a fuck if you're acting hard
You'll be late' I told you I play my part
Dummies is the fourth flow, ' is stupidity
Lost in a matrix and fall in love like a trinity
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More facts' Frank Ocean, I guess you lost track!
Uh, me and' been this motherfucker
Three bodyguards and the speakers in these motherfuckers
We got it made like a nigga fresh in the shade
And a foreign country with names,
With names we couldn't pronounce!
I'm like a forty I'm.. directly in the nineties
They only grind me, go for' you need grinding
Consider trying me, it's infamous and now I'm shining
If you look in my eyes'

Huh, yeah, yeah
ST show off
Huh, yeah, yeah
With that grind selling 80.

I did pay when the record is played
A verse I spit doing less than amazed
..like he stepped in the maze
Them rappers need teachers so, they're less in a day.
Keep it one, where you from, better rap to the grave
Do you give a fuck when an executive say?
Keep it G, never been disrespected and played
For I let it happen, homie, they're rapping the place.
I got it made! Gotta gaze, got a grenade
He out of place, hide his face, tell me how I chop a taste!
Won't '. her graze'and knock 'em out of'
Everybody craze'Wopi got a case.
Say it once, say it again, bitch!
I got it made! Your bitch do what I tell her,
You think I got it made!
I'm not to be played with
Home boy, it's not a game!
Fuck the fling, fucking bang, bang
Knock you out the game!

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