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40 on my lap, 12 on my back Drunk off the 'gnac, I ain't goin' back I'm holdin' court in the street, keep that thing 'cause I got beef Take your life, I'm a thief, I'ma practice what I preach They don't know the pain, they can't see the tears Locked up in that cell, stressed for all them years This shit is crazy, like... I'm tryna tell my youngin be easy Four pound, he gon' gun you down Say somethin', he gon' do it right now If a nigga move, then I'll lose my cool Then I'll blow my fuse, end up on the news Mothafucka, I'm tryna chill I'm tryna chill I'm tryna chill You ain't hear me, though Four pound, he gon' gun you down Say somethin', he gon' do it right now If a nigga move, then I'll lose my cool Then I'll blow my fuse, end up on the news Mothafucka, do I need to say it two times again? I'm just... I just gotta get in the zone What we got? One more verse? Letras de cancionesTalk my shit Baby mama cheatin', kids gone for the weekend Left her brother stinkin', fuck was he thinkin'? Percs got me tweakin', Adderalls got me geekin' Got my heart pumpin', I don't care 'bout nothin' All you niggas bluffin', they don't want nothin' When I see them face-to-face, all them niggas frontin' Damn, I just relapsed, I'm about to OD Did it by myself, I don't need no codeine Like, them niggas really be like "Cass, I ain't want no static" Like all that rap-on-rap beef, I don't really want that, like I really wanna beef with real niggas, like I really want beef with real niggas You know what I'm sayin'? It just... it just hurt when you beef with a nigga that's gon' tell on you or some shit like that, like... I ain't really tryin', I ain't, I ain't really tryna like... fuck with none of you rap niggas I don't give a fuck about no family, no friends The fuck y'all was at when I was shootin' in the gym? Fuck outta here From Letras Mania