Letra

Yeah, yeah Huh, huh, bow, bow Huh, huh Yeah, yeah Ain't talk to judge no budge I'ma lie under oath Right or wrong I'ma stand on this shit that I quote (Damn) They ain't foreal when they making them posts I was broke couldn't imagine me losin' my home Losing my head I don't know who to trust I stood for hours to wait on the bus I turn 42 hundred dollars to runtz got it all off of rap I ain't pullin' no stunts I got the spot that they ain't passin' up Claim that he have him but ain't have enough (Ain't have him) The feds steady givin' these niggas a deal I'ma stay out the way 'cause it ain't adding up What you know 'bout the loss tryna say you a leader They really just mad 'cause I'm feedin' my people I let them search everything in the car They ain't find none but hoes and a little bit of reefa Don't play with the equal my face still encrazed Lost every patna' I'm still living life man (gone) No need for a lazer we shootin' precise (Pew, pew, pew) They know the quimby I'm point like a knife I'm lot from the block you could tell I done prospered I hate a hoe that let everybody knock her (She young) She got the clap like And ain't ever seen dog her Bake him a cake might throw him a party for real I can't help but to try to get even (Bitch) I ain't go lie I done took a few L's in the streets But it's smoke every time niggas see me My heart made a goal but it's cold like a penguin I leave niggas rats they just don't got a reason (Huh, damn) I'm a boss man up Nieman's (Ha) Diamonds on me got a cheeser (Bitch) I put a 30 ball up for this coupe Go to the kid get him whooped for a suit I made a valor speak nothing but the truth I left a mark when I walked out the booth You niggas never seen nobody die Lil' niggas tellin' then everybody shoot I feel my Granny look down from the sky She kept it real like she know how to do She fell in love with a thug I suit up and take a bitch right to the hood huh Niggas go making them statements Get down on them streets like everything good huh Don't respect misunderstanding's 'Cause everything supposed to be still over stood huh This right here is a Hellcat Yo' niggas drivin' the engine that could huh Standing on business don't know how to lect' That nigga broke he don't know how to grind First thing first I'ma get to the rest Give a fuck 'bout a image slang 'em some mind Blue face Rollie call it guacamole I bought me a trophy it took me some time (Ha) I was 16 when they threw me a six figure deal Flew me out tryna get me to sign She wanna fuck on the top dog Gave her the hotdog I'm tryna hit from behind They tryna copy the shit that I make If you wanna go up get a different design Her baby daddy a rapper but when I come clappin' She only want listen to mine Niggas be actin' like they have emotion But they really broke and they just getting by Damn nigga Ain't getting broke and they just getting high Nigga you broke how the fuck you getting high
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