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Yeah Yeah, yeah Pew Yeah, uh, bitch, you know who it is Heart froze like the snow in the 6 Bitch, I'm cold with this shit, yeah Rack in this bitch, you can tell, blew a sack in this bitch I smell like dank bitch, your bitch favorite, I'm too smacked Been tryna tell muhfuckas to move back We been tryna' sell muthafuckas the Lou crack I don't gotta tell muhfuckas, I proved that, yeah Bitch, I'm paid, it's West Brighton 'til I'm in my grave It's why they copy every thing I say It ain't even my time, shit, I think I'm late I'm dozing off while I hit my J They try to pimp my name but I know my worth Every verse I did, every flow got murked All these rappers unemployed, they get so out-worked Free kush for anyone who want the smoke out first, yeah It ain't no accident, this ain't coincidence This just don't happen bitch I wasn't eatin' they shit in the cabinet I had to get it, I ain't lookin' back for shit, stay on the goal Got like three bags and I stay on the road Everyday I lose my J and my phone Letras de cancionesI had to dip, couldn't make it at home And I faced it alone like a gram of haze I ain't been the same since the cameras came You'd be surprised at how quick your man'd change I ain't really in it for the camera fame Y'all love that shit, I'm good off it, y'all can keep it yeah All that shit is our secret, yes Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah Mama said I be reekin', yeah Ayy, tweakin' yeah Mama said I be reekin', yeah I ain't say that we even, yeah I don't even believe 'em, yeah Ayy, tweakin', yeah Mama said I be reekin', yes Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah Yeah, ayy Look, I just need dividends All of these bad bitches, I'm such a pessimist I cannot tell you how long I been in this shit I hate this rap shit, man, I'm getting sick of it I'm in all black, think it's not good for my chakras or something Besides that, I'm stuntin' Everyday, someone's my friend or my cousin'll talk down on me When I see 'em it's nothing, that's regular though (Pew) I mean they probably mad gettin' regular dough (Pew) I mean I'm probably in my bag, probably mess with his ho Everything about me calm, man, expect for the flow Boy, it's hot like a stove I was on the block tryna see the world and shit From where they trappin' hard and they murder shit West Brighton, all of these funeral services Shit is called body time, that's where they birthed the kid, yeah Bitch, I'm cold, the kid ice cold Young skate kid with the pimp-type dough With a pimp-type flow, I been psycho I been Mike Jones, swisher smoked-out house Got hoes down South Back then, they ain't want me, you can fall back now I don't call back now, I just ignore it My new bitch is foreign, y'all ain't important I'm probably too modest, been thinkin' about it Been fuckin' up bread, think I need an accountant And you do not know all the days I been countin' waitin' for my time, think I just found it Nah fuck that, I know I did my flow over flow on shit Move the whole island, that's the wave that you can't ride I'm anti the damn God Muhfuckas lowkey but I'm damn high Can't stand for days I ain't been the same since the cameras came You'd be surprised at how quick your man'd change I ain't really in it for the camera fame I'm good off it, y'all love that shit, y'all can keep it yeah All that shit is our secret, yes Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah Mama said I be reekin', yeah Ayy, look, tweakin', yeah Mama said I be reekin', yeah I ain't say that we even, yeah I don't even believe 'em, yeah Ayy, tweakin', yeah Mama said I be reekin', yes Since they let me in, I been tweakin', yeah Yeah, ayy From Letras Mania