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Gerardo Carrillo
Gerardo Carrillo
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Woke up early because I gotta face the judge No proof of income I've been getting it off the drugs These aint red bottoms walked through puddles of that blood Three cell phones pussy family and the plug Tomorrow never promised better give yo mom a hug I'm just being honest cause you the one she love Used to b my homeboy when push came to shove Now you Laying on da ground lifeless like a rug Playing both sides you was tryna get me popped Word on the street you was hangin with the opps Double facin on the gang you gon end up ina bo Pillow talkin on my name have yo ass kiss this glock Street sweeper how I'm slidin on yo ave w this mop 79 double zero on my neck that's the block Always rep the same thang na I ain't never switch Mickey Mouse ass marks don't know how to close they lips Say u from the Southside called the police and u snitched I could never ever ever ever trust a bitch But I love it when she swallowin my kids Yea she love it from the back squeeze her hips Need a rider love to bounce on this dick She keep blowin up my phone when she know I stay busy Whole gang with me strapped that's like 7-8 glizzys Whole gang in the back and you know we stay litty Always keepin it a stack while they only keep it 50 I know I got em mad how I'm movin in they city Chicity Southside on my body like a hickey Ass and titties got Lul Shawty playin w her kitty Anything I ever wanted if I want it Ima get it If you ever see me wanted on a warrant better visit Pray 4 all my niggas locked in chains in that prison If it make you feel better there ain't really much you missin Everybody out here switching that's why I been actin differen Tryna knock a nigga dreams tryna knock me out my vision Get rich or die and there ain't no other option Got a message from my old bitch she heard I'm finally poppi She ain't ever love a nigga only love me for my pockets Pocket watchin on me and she know I got her friends jocki Poppin pussy like I'm gonna pop a tag while I'm shoppin I just left the studio gettin sloppy in the booth Layin facts on the track, she like baby you da truth My only limitation is this muthafucken roof D.A playin all my music tryna use it as they proof Stay solid til I'm restin eyes closed in that suit No lie this what god wanted don't cry Everything pre determined don't pay it no mind Plea deals record deals I don't need a co sign I been callin on god give me one more sign I can't die now walk wit me through this path I been goin hard ever since my brother passed So much runnin through my mind try and hide it when I laugh Stay drinking out the bottle I don't even need a glass Packs from Colorado you could smell right thru the bag Straight pressure when it comes to the Guap I can't mix it with the pleasure She say baby stop stressing Gods answering your prayers just b patient on yo blessin Couldn't answer when you called I ain't even send a message I ain't make it to ya funeral I couldn't leave the state I can not explain why I'm filled w so much hate I could feel it in my heart I could feel it in my veins I been tryna make a change to help me get through all this pain Momma cryin on the phone she can't wait til I get home Now I'm home and I'm really finna get up in my zone Incarcerated really make a nigga feel like he alone right or wrong? Matter fact I'ma write it ina song To the dome ima sip it til it's gone While I'm gripping on da chrome Al capone if a nigga really want Let it rain like a storm since the day I was born i was torn I ain't have a role model just cold bottles And mo problems losin my soul prolly I'm fuckin yo hoe prolly Ain't fuckin with nobody I need me some mo mollys I'm kickin yo door prolly I'm tying up everybody
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