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I gotta say grace for these niggas, they turned into my enemies Only live once, that's what all these people tellin' me Kill 9 lives out a pussy nigga pedigree I'm too ahead of time for this shit to be my destiny (Boom) Boy I been around, made some chips, up off some Sesame I've been up in the streets, these bitches always wanted sex with me Bitch, I got my stripes, I call them plays like I'm a referee I ain't tellin' nothing to a sheriff, fuck a deputy Huh, wild-wild west I been smoking quite a lot 'cause I been wild wild stressed Niggas talkin' on me, get a wild-wild vest Cause we never pull up on you, send a child hit his neck I was 17 with a bag on my own Was outside with the chrome, we outside of your home Run into his crib, take it all and then we go I don't like to brag about it, fuck it nod for the song Yeah, did this all on my own I be all on my own yeah Lone Lone ranger with a-, uh, cold anger 'cause I'm-, uh Way too slept on, uh Lone ranger with a-, cold anger 'cause I'm-, uh Way too slept on, uh, never stepped on, uh Got a bad bitch, uh, go in depth for her, uh My bitch bad as fuck, these other bitches average Got this chopper on me, do you want the static? Letras de cancionesLike Socking all these niggas, they ain't know I gassed this God forgive 'em 'cause they ain't know what they doin, uh We can really fuck around and get you ruined Sorry for the negatives that I've influenced I experience too much to not get through it though I know that you bought a gun, but you won't shoot it though I be in the wild west, but we can duel it out Uh-hey, uh-uh, spin the block around Bring the choppers out, uh Niggas actin' out Niggas actin' out Get the choppers out, uh Sayin' grace for 'em, gotta pray for 'em They don't know no better, they don't know about us, yeah They ain't know about us From Letras Mania