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Yeah Coz, what up? Yeah Oh, we gon' bring it back to that Weekend at Bernie's vibe This old school, man, 2009 shit Ayy, keep your eyes out my pockets, beggars make me sick That boy lost in the bottle, can't control his own clique Boy, I'm mainy with a clean 380, I won't miss Yeah, Biscotti's played out, I'd rather smoke Cheetah Piss European whips but my bucket ride smoother In a car full of shooters, paranoid while I maneuver Your bitch look good but all the homies ran through her Pass the big homie up, used to treat me like a loser, wow This the sound your favorite artist run from The real shit for the slum, rub the dope on my gums A-1 pink coke in a mink coat I couldn't be broke, I'm burning clean smoke Trust me, they don't love me, they just wanna see me fall But it's like I hit a lick every single fall Outdoor dips, greenhouse boomin' The whole block smell when my shit start bloomin' Seven acres had my whole team eatin' 'Til the shit got popped, he was sendin' work to Cleveland I tried to tell the homies keep it on the low When the money come, everybody know Letras de canciones We out of state with them packs again, still trafficking Big rigs on the road, gettin' to that cash again Six figure trips, I don't know if I'ma need rap again 'Til I'm in the lab smokin' big with Nip and Jack again We out of state with them packs again, still trafficking Big rigs on the road, gettin' to that cash again Six figure trips, I don't know if I'ma need rap again 'Til I'm in the lab smokin' big with Nip and Jack again I'm a street survivalist, been on the grind for this When it come to the fam, ain't no question, I'll die for this Back when I was broke, shit, they laughed in my face So I started young, stackin' my cake, trafficking weight In the presence of legends, I felt blessed since my adolescence Knew my time'd come one day, I always had the essence In the Maybach, foggy from the Cubano smoke Born to be rich, how I'ma wake up tomorrow broke? Mind on a franchise, close friends lost ties 'Cause all the love's lost once you cross sides Got respect for the game, 'cause I came from it But traumatized and can't explain the pain from it There was days I was down, I felt my hopes slipping Now I got my own vision and my approach different Dope by the boat, Pacino and El Chivo Fuck a job, where I'm from you either rap or sell kilos We out of state with them packs again, still trafficking Big rigs on the road, gettin' to that cash again Six figure trips, I don't know if I'ma need rap again 'Til I'm in the lab smokin' big with Nip and Jack again We out of state with them packs again, still trafficking Big rigs on the road, gettin' to that cash again Six figure trips, I don't know if I'ma need rap again 'Til I'm in the lab smokin' big with Nip and Jack again From Letras Mania