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Featuring Mayalino (Verse) I know the plug, I’m talking to the plug Without the plug, nigga we starving Cars getting repo, diamonds stop sparklin These pity hoes leave us, and fuck the next boss man No more Feregamo, Herman’s or Givenchy shit No more coupe, no more chain or this rollie shit No more friends, no more bottles in the club shit Baby mama trippin, cause I ain’t giving her shit I rather be imprisoned than this broke shit 2004 shit, big Joe snitching Losie came home, 9 years different Abel came home 10 years different 3 years in the fed, just went by I came back to the plug and got on my grind 100 000 just drove by, them shady niggas hate me Cause Mayalino does shine (Hook) Street religion, we living Kilograms nigga, we livin, Kilograms nigga, we livin, Kilograms nigga, we livin, This is street religion Letras de cancionesKilograms nigga, we livin, Kilograms nigga, we livin, Kilograms nigga, we livin, (Verse) Yeah, these fakes rap a thousand grams Shit, you gotta show me where your money at Shit, show me where your jewelry at nigga Nigga, show me where the cars at Before the deal, these niggas didn’t have that Before the deal, I promise they ain’t have that I’m a million dollar nigga way before rap Half of mill in 3 days man we sold crack 10 000 that you stole, you can have that 50 000 that you kept, you can have that 10 mil the feds kept, they can have that Free my nigga Pete Grams, hundred million dollars man Shit, I just wanna fuck and ball Shit, I just wanna fuck and ball Cause when the feds come, I lose it all Cause when the feds come, I lose it all (Hook) Street religion, we living Kilograms nigga, we livin, Kilograms nigga, we livin, Kilograms nigga, we livin, This is street religion Kilograms nigga, we livin, Kilograms nigga, we livin, Kilograms nigga, we livin, (Verse) Get money blow money, get money again, fuck it My street religion comes from needs deep in sinnin Winnin by any means, my Malcolm X beginnings Sellin dope start to finish, then we replenish They told me I could be anything, I chose the chemist They showed me I could be anything, I chose the menace Old dog hair platted, trap house, air mattress Mayalino threw an extra bricks now that’s a care package What you know about dining with your jeweler When the karats weight in ounces and it’s measured with the ruler Ever flew your bitch out to the islands to try and scuba And she can’t even swim, terry mugla tooth Hits fittin on the skin, hunned dollar pedicure So she just dip em in, thousand dollar weave satin She don’t even bend, cause she don’t see the sense This is living, this is pyrex vision This is kitchen counter top, chop chop with precision, push! (Hook) Street religion, we living Kilograms nigga, we livin, Kilograms nigga, we livin, Kilograms nigga, we livin, This is street religion Kilograms nigga, we livin, Kilograms nigga, we livin, Kilograms nigga, we livin. From Letras Mania