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Let's toast to that, yeah I gotta' make a toast for all my real niggas out there, man All my niggas in the jail, man, we always think about you, bruh Keep your head up high, for real, for real 'Cause I know how it is to be down, dawg (Free [?]) Feel like everybody on your "not" side, you dig But we with you, you feel me? Real life, yeah, ayy, yeah Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act? Loose lips ain't shit, been exposed to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Shawty talk crazy, we in all black We in blackmask, all my niggas strapped Ayy, man, let's toast to that We been gettin' money from the jump (From the jump) I came through, fell, ayy Before rap, niggas been about them guns Before rap, niggas been on these chums, ooh I don't how we posed to fake all the funk Letras de canciones Yeah, I just made a hit, so let's toast to that Made it home tonight, so let's smoke to that God keep blessin' us, so let's toast to that Came up out the corner, how I'm 'posed to act? Loose lips ain't shit, been exposed to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Real shit never die, so let's toast to that Gangsters never die, so let's toast to that Fuck your bitch, and I take her on trips But ain't no postin' that I had to put in the work, for the set, 'fore I sold the bag One part of cut every seven grams sold her this good crack I mix it up with B-Tweezy, my nigga Vitamins good for my geekers, my nigga The blow Trader Joe got that organic dope And a hunned packs stuffed in the freezer, my nigga We dumpin, and drop it out Bussin' packets like Pitbull, we poppin' off I can't talk on my phone, 'cause I'm talkin' raw Feel like Steven Seagal, I'm a blood and all Nigga, fuck the law (Nigga fuck the...) I just cut off all my bitches, so let's toast to that And then a couple million came, better hoe get close to that [?] rock it [?] one lock and I sent that coca back I had to put in the work, for the set, 'fore I sold the bag Tryna find my next [?], so much Invices never cared about my age either Money, cars, clothes, hoes, the same, the family And only I, can be the teacher in the end From Letras Mania