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The game won't wait, but you a nigga with yo hand out Lookin' like it ain't gon' be easy, cause you don't know what these streets bout Yo position, the politics, or the products of Figured out cool is I done been down this road(?) Ignorance is bliss, I told her do her thang But neva let me see that shit, disobedient bitch I'm disrespecting niggas, lid up 20 swishas 20 bad rubber band, wouldn't spend a fuckin' dollar with ya You follow niggas but I'll leave 32 bullets under my right sleeve, just squeeze To ease off, now that easy it wadn't thought Money gon' resurface, but don't respect luck So where we staying now? Childless urkin' nigga who stayin' and knock you down Wish I could do it now (Hook) Real life shit, hustle from the bottom to the top Came up and we straight from the block We don't talk, we just ride, and I can't hold it in When it's all suckas lay it prone, in this warzone Real life shit, hustle from the bottom to the top Came up and we straight from the block We don't talk, we just ride, and I can't hold it in When it's all suckas lay it prone, in this warzone Letras de canciones(Verse 2) Can't hold it in when it's on, so I'm ridin' alone Airplane move when I'm rollin', can't talk on the phone Lookin' for a nigga to clap man, slap money and rap checks I done state I ain't back yet, still got a pack left I done thought I act up, real nigga done mine From the bay to Chicago, the bay to Torronto Places where I be, killas will be whereva I go You call, but you nothin' like the hair busses I know Each time we pullin' up, bunch a shootas comin' out The game don't waste arms trappin' at a bitch house Name in a head of mouse living in a play mouse So don't grow up like me, I didn's take the same route Pullin' up a 8 ounce, fuckin' with my nigga boss tone Cousins I neva met, where the fuck is the hater, come on! Bitches chosin' up cause these big rims are rollin' on Just a whole lot of grind, bunch o' clappin' goin' on (Hook) Real life shit, hustle from the bottom to the top Came up and we straight from the block We don't talk, we just ride, and I can't hold it in When it's all suckas lay it prone, in this warzone Real life shit, hustle from the bottom to the top Came up and we straight from the block We don't talk, we just ride, and I can't hold it in When it's all suckas lay it prone, in this warzone From Letras Mania