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Griselda... Uhh, smokin' to the face, that's the ways of a loner Had shootouts, cops clean the blood stains with ammonia Before I had a job, got paid from a corner Lost a seed to a drive-by, a stray hit his daughter, uhh My whole story, facts, how I blew 40 racks And if I catch another case I get the mandatory max Kick it with my jeweler, still sittin' with a shooter In case some niggas wanna try and put a ceiling on my future (nah) I'm gettin' money now, sendin' bitches to Aruba Investigators pullin' up my pictures on computers When friends start to switch in this business get confusin' Call the plug James Harden 'cause he dribblin' in Houston It go from him, my trunk, the kitchen to the users Ate his last meal, he was sittin' with a Judas We was street niggas, did a little bit, improvin' Still street niggas, we just makin' bid'ness men manoeuvres Motherfucker! Look, uhh Real niggas verse fake, and we up one And all these real niggas know the cloth that I'm cut from Chanel bag leather strap layin' across the shoulder Sittin' next to Raphael Saadiq at Bossanova Cross me, you make your funeral arrangements Letras de cancionesHand out pictures to killers, give my shooters locations Y'all niggas trip and be broke, y'all ain't used to no paper That's why you trap and give that money back soon as you make it Uhh, niggas pull up shootin' cans from convertibles Enough on your head, make your friends wanna murder you Watch how I withstand the damage, endurable Watch how they react when God grants you a miracle Rappers drop once want you to hand 'em the title I speak facts, I can rap with my hand on the Bible Walk in my shoes, you gotta shake hands with your rivals And get signed when the D.A. got plans to indict you, the shit real From Letras Mania