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Six spots, twelve stoves and I need more potsAnd I told Mo Knots that my boys got caughtThe junkies say it’s finger lickin’ how I whip up powderI took your food and prada shoes and added me more powerAnd if you bought some Sour Diesel then your dream gone sourI treat your shooters like cowards make your team look sourI feed the hood with the bowl like I cook clam chowderRIP to Steam now the boy right arm was a rifleI would race you for the car, but look you don't got the titleYou ain't made ten mil, I can't call you my rivalI got your baby mama suckin' on me using salivaI made the Forbes list, nigga, man, you just a subscriberMy momma say you just a lyin’ bitch, conniving lil’ diverNigga killed his own brother saying, that shit in the bibleMan, Joe Blow chose the fork, and you chose the screwdriverI made another steal a car but I made the cash off a ninerI went so hard I make you dump your whole roster to sign meAnd you can find me in the six with all my shooters behind meI’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen)No grey hair I ain’t stressin’ the caseMake you scratch for the chase, I invested in yayMan what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they faceWhat the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safeGet wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that placeLetras de cancionesLeaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to sayNever forgot where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my wayThat right to, I’m having my wayBy the bay, I move, penthouse by the lakeThey cool my neighbors, got a gate so you know them folks safeGot a pool, twelve acres and a guest house if you wanna stayMan I’m cool, gettin’ paper, and a custom CartierI’m a smooth operator, I gotta customer named Shade’And she’ll bug a motherfucker all day, then try to pull up in all greyI ain’t gon’ play with you, I’m impatient too, ain’t gon’ wait for youI’m pimpin’ like players do, Lean match the gator shoes, the windbreaker hater proofYou lookin’ nervous, Gerber, soft like baby foodOk cool, I got a plug like no otherNo discussion me and Thugger, waiting on judgementI’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen)No grey hair I ain’t stressin’ the caseMake you scratch for the chase, I invested in yayMan what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they faceWhat the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safeGet wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that placeLeaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to sayNever forgot where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my wayI’mma say a prayer, get a blessing today (amen)No grey hair I ain’t stressin’ the caseMake you scratch for the chase, I invested in yayMan what else can I say? I’m still gon’ flex in they faceWhat the fuck can I say? I got racks in the safeGet wrong that gat on my waist, that house they trap in that placeLeaning so hard on the drank, I forgot what to sayNever forget where I came, and it’s all ‘cause I’m having my wayOh, never forgot where I cameAnd it’s all ‘cause I’m having my wayOh, never forgot where I cameAnd it’s all ‘cause I’m having my wayOh, oh, oh, oh From Letras Mania