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Ay, look They understand I paint these pictures 'cause I'm living like it When I spit, it makes you feel like you got hit with lightning (uh huh) I showed up with the whole shipment when my script was biting Before 20, they put my name in the big indictment My plug indecisive, same work, different prices, yeah Baby Benz logo on the windshield wipers And I got two possession charges for a pistol license Weed trappers running out they building when I get to Dyckman We blew whip money copping ice (ice) And spent brick money booking Jet Blue flights New white Christian Loubs with the blue spikes (uh) Maserati LaVonte with the blue lights, yeah Duffle in my trunk, bad on the wheel bearing My dog came with 50 large to my bail hearing The pot bust in 2010 and I can still hear it I love my mom, but that hard was my real parents Let's go, who run the city the most? (That's us) I let this 50 [?] fill this bitch us with smoke I ran my chips up so I can just pick up your ho I get my dick sucked and then I convince her to go Uh, it's me, fully loaded ratchet, I'm a pistol squeezer I take off my jacket, see this big El Nino With my bitch, jumping out of traffic in the little Beamer Got the opps' names tatted on my trigger finger Letras de cancionesAyo, bricks in the Louis V duffle, masterpiece collection Ayo, ayo, yoppa shells hit his ass from each direction Ayo, ayo, the niggas you idolize, I'm least impressed with Ayo, ayo, I got your bitch on the bus looking like she pregnant [?] got me Dior Homme low tops, rose drops (skr) 13 gauge with the nose chopped, stove top (boom boom boom boom boom) My shooter come over, sniff out the whole block Hand me 5 locks, load up the whole shot Had to spend 60 on the shoes, 23 in 1, 500 burps all I knew First day, anyway, I go "Nigga, who is who?" Get my gun ready, filled up my locker and I'm bool (ah) Turkey logs and my fried rice Skip my spot at the microwave, you gon' die tonight (ah) 055, nigga Rest in peace Scoop, free Sly, nigga It's the Machine, they act like they forgot (hah) I'm 'bout to hit 'em with the fatal shot I leave him laying in the vacant lot Try to take my chain, you just gon' take a shot (I saw you walk in, nigga) I take a block and whip the shit, I scrape the pot (with what?) My shooters on my team, they what the Lakers got (hah) CeeLo gains, bank was stopped, I throw trips, take the box (hahahaha) I'm on top, you ain't gon' take my spot (never) I bet all of this paper in this Maison box (you know them Margiela sticks) You better have something to fire with you I fire missiles, leave you bleeding like a lion bit you (uh huh) Fuck you and them niggas riding with you (fuck all y'all niggas) I'm here to terrorize the game, .45 on me like [?] (ha) I don't tuck my necklace, I'ma leave it out (I'm rocking my shit) You say you better than me but you broke, that shit don't even out (you still broke) My young bulls eating like they never seen a drought In my trap, everybody weighing like it's Keenan house (hahaha) They say my shit is album of the year and it ain't even out And yet I'm still the one you seem to doubt, uh (talk to 'em) Out in Cali, I brought the demon out (vroom) Riding through Calabasas, took the scenic route (uh huh) Bag on the back seat in case I need a house (might want to buy a house) With a bitch that keep tryna pull my penis out (gotta chill, baby) I live a hell of a life, I'm impaling a knife Inside a competitor just to sever and slice (woo) I'm Stephen from the stripe, I'm better than nice I want your necklace or your life and I ain't telling you twice (run that shit) Look, I came a long way from measuring white I got right and flooded the Skydweller bezel with ice My man shot a nigga door, by mistake he took a quarter Asked him why he copped, he said that's better than life I feel you, nigga, a shame You know what's up, nigga, haha Gone From Letras Mania