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I used to go to sleep and pray I didn't I used to go to sleep and hope I didn't wake up (FOREVEROLLING) I used to go to sleep and hope I didn't wake up Expose my flaws to 'em all, I ain't never fake nothin' Said you ain't like me, but see me and you ain't say nothin' Don't get your face bust tryna play tough I'm back to acres, cook-cookin' Hank up Trappin', hope the feds don't pick my case up Looked in her heart, she said she's tired of being patient And when I die that she won't cry 'cause I'm a gangster Ask my section, I ran through more green than David Beckham Bag up the pressure, profit separate, give my dog the extras You sellin' dog and he ran off, you sent your dog to catch him Hear when they talk, but swear they all know I'm a flawless nigga And big or small, swear to God there's somethin' for all my niggas When I was down, they watched me drown and I couldn't call some niggas The ones you see me with right now jumped in that water with me I know the feeling when you make it cross the border with it Can't find a nigga in the city with a loyal ticket Grab more than four and I'ma probably throw a four in with it When shit was iffy, I was grittin' out a bowl of midget Now I can't drop the price no lower 'less you grab more than fifty I used to go to sleep and hope I didn't wake up Expose my flaws to 'em all, I ain't never fake nothin' Said you ain't like me, but see me and you ain't say nothin' Don't get your face bust tryna play tough I'm back to acres, cook-cookin' Hank up Trappin', hope the feds don't pick my case up Looked in her heart, she said she's tired of being patient And when I die that she won't cry 'cause I'm a gangster I been findin' peace in the Perky feeling I can feel the way that I feel 'cause I've been a murder witness I've been on both sides of the gun, the friend of a murder victim Heart can't get away from the slums, it's like I prefer the trenches Cures for my sickness seem to be not around Flippin' business, buyin' them chickens square, but we sold 'em round Many mix, just spray it with spritzer, yellow my bitch to brown Got my witness stuffed in my rental, twelve hours out of town You ever had your sealer broke? OGs always feared my growth when I just had a little smoke Look at me now Come to me for bulk, it's like disrespect if you buy a pound Counted thirty thou' in the bathroom smokin' a Black & Mild Last year, thought that I'd go fed, out of fear, I just had a child Last year, thought I wanted him dead, but look how it balanced out (He's fucked up now) Niggas dead broke and they mad that I finally found it out My life had to be harder, my path had to take longer I had to go get bopped up so I couldn't wrap when they charged me Who the fuck am I gon' tell on? Got out, gettin' my sell on Did it all from gettin' that mail gone Knockin' elbows off my cell phones I didn't wake up And when I die that she won't cry 'cause I'm a gangster I'm a motherfuckin' gangster
Writer(s): Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., George A. Stone Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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