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I'm bein' watched by the task force It's a crash course When they try to stop your only cash source Fourteen with a crack charge Where I'm from, some say it's the slums But I call it my backyard Bad bitches, fast cars Started off coppin' small then graduated to trap stars I get chauffeured in the black car My driver pull up and throw bricks I sit in the back, bored Me and moms was mad poor Dad gone, I ain't hurt yet, still I'm a tad small Couldn't cry, had to stand tall Knockin' bags off in front of the store Wishin' I had more Fell in love with a bad whore Her I had, though She brought the bricks back in the Rav4 Back then, now fast-forward Live wealthy, kids healthy, what more can I ask for? Huh, right? You know? That's all we really ask for, you know what I'm sayin'? Long as the kid's straight Letras de cancionesYou know what I mean? Family good That's all that really matter, know what I mean? Huh Right Yo Let's go Y'all want me to fall easily It's easy to make money, it's just hard legally I told bitches I don't care if y'all be with me Know if I fall that'll result to y'all leavin' me I told my dogs I was there when y'all needed me When I split the pie, I made sure it was done equally But niggas snitchin' more recently But me? I would never speak to the people I swore secrecy But I found myself keepin' beef Secret compartment in the V That's controlled by the heated seat And I'm quiet when I see the police Your words will be held against you in court You're not free to speak I used to grind so eagerly Eyes low like the Vietnamese because I needed sleep I guess it's just the beast in me As the day pass, I gotta make cash Then rest peacefully From Letras Mania