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Letra
[Verse 1]
This how we gon' start the shit off
Yeah
[Verse 2]
**** fresh off my deal
I bought my mama Chanels
I paid my sister tuition
I put my dawgs in position
I kept it real with 'em
Guess I'm a real ****
[Verse 3]
Ain't want the beat to just drop but I put the freeze in my watch
I told my boy to roll down his sleeves when he pop
Don't leave no GSR when you squeezing the Glock
They never thought it'd be a day they see me at the top
But I'm like, yeah, ****, I'm right here, ****
Tried to tell 'em it's my year, ****, ain't playing fair with ya
You know my circle full of real ****, keep them squares with ya
Been having dreams 'bout that Cullinan, now them racks coming in, yeah
I done jumped in this game, tryna play by the code
These **** fraud and they fakes, my friends done turned to my foes
These **** smile in your face then try to fuck all your hoes
I just been running my race and tryna reach all my goals
Now I got plaques in my crib when I walk in
Ain't conversating 'bout no money, we can't talk then
Since back then I been getting that bag in
But now I ball hard like I play in the Pac10
'Cause it's fuck twelve, I let that money counter spin till it's nothing left
My mama praying, think she saving me, can't put that cape on me
Just told my jeweler fuck that chain, he ain't enslaving me
[Verse 4]
**** fresh off my deal
I bought my mama Chanels
I paid my sister tuition
I put my dawgs in position
I kept it real with 'em
Guess I'm a real ****

