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Ayy, they tried to bury us, right? They ain't know we was C's though Grew up to some crazy shit Ten milli' on me now, you ain't know that, did you? And somethin' low-key on your block, you ain't know that, did you? Had to cut into an opp like, "You ain't on that, is you?" "You ain't on that, is you? You ain't on that, is you?" (DJ on the beat, so it's a banger) The shit I rap be facts, I ain't just droppin' bars Bro'nem could see a carseat, they still gon' chop the car I ain't trippin' if the police get my opps Them niggas ain't finna survive in prison, my niggas got the yards Them Detroit niggas want me to keep that same flow But that ain't what get them millions, I can't, bro You know a lot of niggas scared to make that change, though You gotta do it, get money, that's how the game go Real nigga 'round these weird niggas, I don't fit in House up on the hills, gotta rock climb to get in It ain't one nigga I can call and borrow a band I ain't trippin', though, 'cause the banker let me borrow M's Yeah, we can do that debit and that credit talk Tell your mans face to face 'fore I blow his expression off You know what I used to do to get that cheddar, dawg I was robbin' stores for that vault, like, "Don't set it off" Letras de canciones Ten milli' on me now, you ain't know that, did you? And somethin' low-key on your block, you ain't know that, did you? Had to cut into an opp like, "You ain't on that, is you?" "You ain't on that, is you? You ain't on that, is you?" Blue faces on me, bust down, little thottie I was pushin' foreigns through the East before Gotti They came to chop bricks, you don't wanna see karate Free my niggas ridin' under the five, almighty Ayy, know I fuck with G's and some Crips too Boy, your ho a bitch and you a bitch too Boy don't let them niggas get you slumped 'Cause when you dead, they gon' still live they life and have fun It's a difference from preachin', speakin' from experience All the shit I been through, I remember Niggas say I changed for material Boy, is you illiterate? Nigga, you know what the fuck I risked for this? Nigga, you know what I risked for my wrist? Rest in peace my opp, nigga, you ain't gon' be missed Besides get on Instagram and diss, your niggas ain't finna do shit We gon' coexist until I want them niggas picked Ten milli' on me now, you ain't know that, did you? And somethin' low-key on your block, you ain't know that, did you? Had to cut into an opp like, "You ain't on that, is you?" "You ain't on that, is you? You ain't on that, is you?" I don't regret the shit I did wrong, naw But I regret the shit I did for the wrong people MarMar in and out the hole like he ain't tryna come home Bro, you only got a year left, chill, you at the door, nigga Got all this money waitin' on you, all these hoes, nigga When I see niggas, I just see a lot of hoes, nigga How you gonna go to work with me when you broke, nigga? Huh? tell these niggas make it make sense They run the streets night and day, still ain't made shit Got this .40 in my hand, it ain't on my hip Niggas say they on my ass, more like on my dick Nigga, ah Ten milli' on me now And somethin' low-key on your block You ain't on that, is you? You ain't on that, is you? Ten milli' on me now On me now From Letras Mania