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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Christopher Smith
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(Fuelz got that heat)
(Turn that shit up, Meld)
Growin' up, we got it poppin'
Police in and out 'cause we was breakin' into houses
Finally figured out how I can get it without robbin'
Soon as I thought I calmed down, shit got real
Bro-bro in the feds, my other homie in the ground dead
Wish I could just take it all back, this pain'll never end
**** that don't wanna see you win be your own friends
I been through this shit my whole life, here we go again
I'm that **** who gon' roll the dice, bet ten-four I hit
Heard she got a man, but give me head 'cause I'm YBN
The fuck I look like cuffin' on a bitch one of my **** hit?
I been stickin' to the plan, I gotta stay outta jail
I'ma keep on ballin' on these **** 'til I break the rim
Why put my all into a bitch? A bitch ain't gave me shit
Fuck what **** talkin', we the hardest, made a way for real
I done lost so much to the streets, I almost gave in
Growin' up, we got it poppin'
Police in and out 'cause we was breakin' into houses
Finally figured out how I can get it without robbin'
Soon as I thought I calmed down, shit got real
Bro-bro in the feds, my other homie in the ground dead
Wish I could just take it all back, this pain'll never end
**** that don't wanna see you win be your own friends
I been through this shit my whole life, here we go again
I been through this shit my whole life, here we go again
Written by: Christopher Smith