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CashMoneyAP That ain't your dawg, for real If all a **** want is... know what I’m sayin' Check, that ain't your dawg My n**** stayed down from the... you know what I’m sayin'? When **** didn't have shit, you dig? That's why we gon' ball forever Yeah, yeah CashAP got the beat tight I wasn't up, but now I'm knowin' how it feel Stayed loyal to these niggas, looked around and they ain’t here Cut yourself out the circle, nigga tell me how it feel I got it out the mud, nigga, that’s just how I feel You wasn't with a nigga when I was down for real Had to cut my main bitch off, she wasn’t down for real Tried to infiltrate the circle, he out of bounds for real A lot of these niggas ain't down for real Would you put down on my books if I was trapped behind that wall? Just get trapped up in the jam, see how many niggas call That's why I don't fuck with niggas, only bad bitches Where was you at, nigga, when I was doin’ bad, nigga? Now these niggas flood around, 'cause I got diamonds on my neck Only fuck with loyal niggas, told my dawg to cut the check I cut that bitch if she ain't comin' correct Letras de canciones'Cause I got too many bitches to even stress Tell my dawg to get that TEC, like Ron Artest (Brrt, brrt) These niggas trap and then they ball for like half of the game Made a profit with his dawg, then spent half on a chain I wonder why these groupies ain't call when I ain't have no name I wasn't up, but now I'm knowin' how it feel Stayed loyal to these niggas, looked around and they ain't here Cut yourself out the circle, nigga tell me how it feel I got it out the mud, nigga, that's just how I feel You wasn't with a nigga when I was down for real Had to cut my main bitch off, she wasn't down for real Tried to infiltrate the circle, he out of bounds for real A lot of these niggas ain't down for real My nigga just caught a 15 off the robbery, I ain't tryna do that My old bitch done got my new number, keep callin' me, text her back like "Who that?" And my trap at the house, I gotta run up the cheese, I don't fuck with the rats Gave handouts to these niggas, and I got struck in the back (Ayy) And my nigga, we ain't cut from the same cloth, I'm in the street for real Nigga I was trapped inside my problems, sippin' that lean for real Young nigga touched bout 30,000, I ain't even seen a deal Tryna get a three-piece out the trap for my team for real A lot of these niggas say they down for real But when he got up under pressure, he just fold The pressure made me a diamond, I stood 10 toes I ain't have to sell my soul to sit in this gold I wasn't up, but now I'm knowin' how it feel Stayed loyal to these niggas, looked around and they ain't here Cut yourself out the circle, nigga tell me how it feel I got it out the mud, nigga, that's just how I feel You wasn't with a nigga when I was down for real Had to cut my main bitch off, she wasn't down for real Tried to infiltrate the circle, he out of bounds for real A lot of these niggas ain't down for real Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah These niggas ain't down for real And that's just how I feel Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Keep that From Letras Mania