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Ooh, ooh, ooh Ay, my heroes weren't Batman and Superman and Spiderman, bro I had some different type of heroes, my nigga Let's talk about 'em All my idols on the motherfucking fed list All my opps on the motherfucking dead list (R.I.P. 'em) If I pick my money up, I might as well deaD lift Caught your brother on a killer, now he dead, bitch P.S.A. to all these niggas, y'all can't fuck with me (Y'all can't fuck with me) When we chilling, bitch, don't bring no niggas up to me Ay, I'm in the Bay but I'm on Texas Yeah, I send that backend, catch it She hit me like, "Why, you ain't answer?" 'Cause I'm with my bitch, ho, text me These Gabbana, these ain't no Margiellas When she with me, that's when she get the wettest Styrofoam cup and that's Codeine infested Drinkin' the syrup like I'm under the weather (Ooh, ooh) I put you niggas on, give me my credit (Ooh, ooh) Condo in LA, it's gettin' developed (Ooh, ooh) She woke up, she ate me for breakfast (Ooh, ooh) Boy, who you talking to? Don't get embarrassed We can get far from all that Gucci in Paris You won't see this in no stores, the rarest Don't make us get on that car, we gon' air it Letras de cancionesWe live by that gang, and that beef, we inherit Ooh, ooh, them niggas robbed you because you let 'em Ooh, ooh, I got twenty choppas, I feel like Tim Harris My shit authentic, their shit generic I'm the founder, I'm not your chairman Don't play with the Boogieman, shit'll get scary And I'ma be quiet like this a library I send them killers to get 'em, I flip 'em When they pull up, you know they gon' rip 'em Soon as he gone, his niggas gon' miss him After a month, them boys gon' forget him Ay, if he got bitches, they better kiss him (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Ay, 'cause this' they last lil' couple days with him I go throw with that K in a Sprinter Put on my jewelry, it feel like the winter Bitch, I'm a boss, refer to me as mister Get it from the bank, printer down, I'ma kill him My bitch bad, don't need no filter Every time I hit her gotta leave kids in her Chanel boy bag, gotta get in my Floyd bag At the clearport, on jets where we deploy at (Deploy) At the traphouse, that's where I was employed at (Employed) But I don't glorify that life, I didn't enjoy that But I don't glorify that life, I didn't enjoy that But I don't glorify that life (I don't glorify that life) No, I don't glorify that life (No, I don't glorify that life) We at the clearport, got a flight (We at the clearport, got a flight) We at the clearport, got a flight (We at the clearport, got a flight) We at the clearport, got a flight And I don't glorify that life We at the clearport, got a flight At the clearport, got a flight I should be there, nigga, tonight From Letras Mania