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Three Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You recording? If they wasn't pressing record I'd probably be pressing the tail button Yeah, hustling I'm from where them young niggas ain't scared of nothing 10 years ago drinking tussy Nutting off all in public Drive-bys in broad daylight its ringing like a concession Thugging, quick to tell her that I love her Knowing I just finished fucking Dick smelling like a rubber Just like Mel and Danny Glover caught with 7 lethal weapons And you can check my deposition, listen Look, them streets ain't for you They against you, need convincing? They got most of my friends behind them fences I was in them trenches that's why I don't give a fuck about no Mentions or no likes or no comments I got extension I lost everything beefing it get expensive Cap a unit and wouldn't care if you wind up in intensive No evidence for forensics just barely dodged the conviction Shed a thug tear when they said that budda was snitching Yeah they still fucking with me Step brothers three, yeah Letras de cancionesAnd I will still fuck Stacey Dash Where I'm from we rather die than let you take the stash That ain't just a sack my whole future's in that paper bag That's how I feed my babies While my baby momma's bitching I'm too close to the edge It's best you keep your distance My uncle fighting addiction, my people fighting convictions But I gotta go get it, no matter the conditions Shit be overflowing I'm just tryna find a lead Being careful with the fire trying not to burn the bridge And I will still fuck Stacey Dash Spend a day with her crazy ass You know fine hoes talk way too much Just wanna fuck her and make her gag And watch re-runs on BET and reminisce on what it used to be Get in this round two I'm tryna knock that out I might knock her up I'm on shooting spree On my block they are shooting teens Just tryna ball but they just moving screens So used to putting up bricks You think I'm playing for the losing team I don't sleep much but I used to dream Then I woke up and started chasing mine Took a look at my G-Shock and said don't rush it Take your time without wasting time Godspeed Yeah it's time Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Sick of the scent of me tripping my gun Tripping if niggas try some Picture me in the kitchen Yeah pitching I need a [?] Going digital, plenty niggas still hit me up tryna buy somethin For my funds, shit had to grind hard from where I'm from Yeah, 'cause he who doesn't hustle Ain't entitled to a pot crumb My nigga beat a murder trial to us that's called triumph Live it to the limit I'm just saying you only die twice Pouring out champagne for all the good niggas that died young And counting down for Dotty Been locked up for 55 months Break down a half a zip And try to stuff this shit in 5 blunts Riding low I don't know how I function high as fuck You can see the pain all in my eyes cause I don't cry much Well, you missing more screws than me if you decide to try us Cause you'd have better luck winning a gun battle with a hotpoint Fuck around make the news Look in the camera I'm like "Hi Mom your sons been making pipe bombs and my favorite rapper is Dylon" And, and they think Star's the high one Step Brothers I think this makes 3 From Letras Mania