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RING RING RING RING OH NIGGA THAT'S MY PHONE..WHO'$ ON THE LINE ?ON THAT'S GOD VOICES IN MY HEAD ALL DAY.FOR YOU TO BE A MAN YOU GOTTA HAVE PAPER FOUR OUR SONGS TO SELL.NIGGA SELL ME YOUR SOUL I WILL NEVER SELL MY SOUL I'D RATHER DIE BROKE RING, RING, hear the phone, I’m on my grind, Late nights, street lights, hustle intertwined. Bark like a dog, got the pack in the back, Snakes in the grass, but I’m ready to attack. RING, RING, hear the echoes of my past, Survivor in the game, built to last, Heart of a lion, roar loud in the night, Fighting through the struggle, still holding on tight. RING, RING, it's the call of the street, Footsteps in the shadows, feel the heat, Loyal to my crew, never turn on my kin, Real ones by my side, let the battle begin. RING, RING, hear the sirens, they creeping, Life on the edge, but I’m never sleeping, Eyes wide open, got my mind on the prize, In a world full of lies, I rise, never die.