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Still shining for Diamond, put a blunt in the air Death from probable causes, we don't fuck with you squares, nigga Four block bangin’, dope spot yankin' Ran through a skit but I just won't stop yankin’ Make no statements, don't y'all play with my gangsta Jump on fleeky like I play for the Lakers Semi-automatic hit me, one in each chamber Lately I been findin' lot of comfort in prayer Death from probable causes, why I don't fuck with you squares Still shining for Diamond, put a blunt in the air Put a blunt in the air Who I'm 'posed to feel with this AR on me? I paid cash but the AR stole it Tryna picture me rollin' inside a Buick, shooters under influence If we gon’ do it, nigga, fuck it, let’s do it Goin' in for the kill Hold me down like you told me you will House niggas don’t belong in the field, you know the drill, homie Blood, I'd rather niggas rob me than to steal from me Thumbin' through these M&M's, dirty money still lullin’ Still thuggin', let my youngin do his lil' Dougie Lil' rugged, lil' slummy, bitches still love it Where was all these hoes at when it was lookin' ugly? Heartbroken over Dooterz when they took her from me Nigga uncle used to push it, let him cook it for me Letras de cancionesI was taught examine your purchase before they took the money Brung the Benz out, all them lil' babies lookin' stubby Ain't no rap check either, this with the bitches' money When I was bummy, they was laughin' like, "This how you bomin'?" I took a gamble, shot the dice, it's either all or nothin' Gave Grams a hundred K and it was all in hundreds Bought Grams the Range Rover, that's the one she wanted I just want it where my family never want for nothin' Took the killers out the trenches, tryna show 'em somethin', yeah I'm just tryna show 'em somethin' Took the killers out the trenches, they don't owe me nothin' From Letras Mania