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Damn fourf I just hate it was you, we from a place they don't play by the rules You gotta stay by a tool, much rather spend my day in the shoe Verse the whole gangland and the Su, we missin' you fool Holiday gobbin', niggas ain't gettin' goo I ain't answerin' neither, ya nigga ain't in the mood Wishin' I finish school, future prolly be brighter Mama prolly be proud, this rappin' shit don't excite her Talkin' [?] on the Y, he comin' home in a while That's your iller like you say then hold him down while he down Conversate with the clouds, I just pray that you hear me I just pray I get to see you suckas ever come get me You know I fake weight tipsy, pour out the Remy for ya'll Care less about a tour unless it's killers involved Hit for a million, I'm finna spread it thin wit my dawgs Remember them garbage bags, spreadin' big wit my dawgs Be a dork, you don't walk around with stick in the mall Politician get you hit off a call, the problem solved We do the Gucci, Gabbana down to the draws Google the goon, bodies they poppin' up on the blogs Murder be justifiable, when it's probable cause But that don't make up for the losses, not at all I'm still waitin' on Deezy and them to call This shit been killin' me softly on top of these new draws, yeah Lot of shit on my mind, I can't take it Cry a little bit but I'm a gangster Ten toes down on the pavement, I been faithful doin' hits and hittin' licks, thankful I finally made it Letras de cancionesJudge finna bang it, he told me that they don't care They don't believe in God, but I got him in my prayers Judge finna bang it, he told me that he don't care He don't believe in God, but I got him in my prayers Amen But I got him in my prayers Amen From Letras Mania