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Yeah, you could hate me now, pssht Bitch nigga, cold game, chyeah I might just dock off in the hill with a model bitch (Rrah) Popped a half a thirty, shorty threw it back and I demolished it (Facts) Asked about you in your hood and they told me you was not legit (Pussy) We the last of a dyin' breed, I hope they acknowledge it (For real) I hope that when I go I'm remembered (Ha, for real) I got a heart full of anger (Damn), poppin' Percocets like I'm injured (Shit) Nigga tried to rob me, that was way back in September (Way back) So I held the AK to the sky like it's Simba (Frrp) We ain't have no heater, it was cold in December (Bah) Coldest day in the winter (Bah), dropped the top in the winter (Chyeah) We ain't got not time for fuckin' hidden agendas Police run in the spot, we put the drugs in the blender (Rr) 20/20 vision, tunnel vision, ain't no competition (Grr) Niggas used to call us them magicians, we made shit go missin' (Yeah) Used to post up in the dirty kitchen, Slayter water whippin' (Whip, whip) We was out here doin' other shit that we don't gotta mention (Shh) Lil' bro just got sentenced for four, he got caught with a weapon (Blatt) Shoutout to the girl I'm fuckin', now she brings me other women (For real) Know some niggas that can't wait until the day they catch me slippin' Feelin' diabolical, but I'ma send those boys to Heaven Yeah, look My plug did a lot for me, Black Soprano, Monopoly Letras de cancionesA nigga catch me slippin', that probably be on the hockey rink Bad bitches flock to me, obviously I put up thirty K and get ten of y'all hit, that's just a wash to me My nigga spinnin', made a masterpiece with half a ki' Me and gang fuckin' Russian models all fashion week (All fashion week) Shoot somethin', then get back to me Where you rappers get the audacity to even send a track to me? (Who, you?) In the restaurant, let it hit me and Slayter (My nigga) Took the money out his pocket and gave the tip to the waiter This the youngest with new guns and old heads and gators And for niggas like who survived without a label Back to the basics, though, paper all we knew, grindin' all we do Ice from my watch drippin' in this 1942 The plug told me I was fearless and y'all just be spooked You gotta spend at least a dub just to call him a deuce Celebratin', we gon' pop these bottles all we want .40 on me, smokin', this gelato .41 Before this rap money they dope encouraged us, nigga Still got a stash house back home with no furniture in it THE BUTCHER comin' Gang with us like Dame Lillard, insane pillars Hustle sold separately, word came with us Rap lane or the trap lane, both lanes with it Whole thing clickin', whole thing flippin' for the pippin' Keep the operation, kill our opposition Lil' punks get hit with the hammer without the clip in Parked in front the crib, abort the mission God sendin' signs, when he talk, I listen One thing he blessed me with was flawless vision I got a knack for eyeballin' those zips, I got an easy system Better numbers to avoid collision Heavy is the head that wears the crown, I play my position You talkin' to the hustlers, I'm a top seed, possibly top three One of the few that break it down for you, probably Kushed God, I'm John Moxley Still move a couple boxes at top speed Claude Monet, I'm paintin' pictures in the form of scriptures St. Thomas, workin' on my jump shot, I was rockin' linen Lots of women, three-story yacht, we was just vibin' wit' 'em Vibes, we hit 'em, back to back Lamb' trucks, we be slidin' in 'em I remember cheffin' ready, rock inside a heavy pot For ten K we had the welly pop day that "Chevy" dropped Hidden hills, model hoes with deals, givin' mega top Popped a pill before they brought the bill, I was hella bopped Uh, I came a long way from sellin' yellow tops Duckin' from the cops, cased up, used to stress a lot Fuck the opps, take this stream money, get a nigga shot Free money, bank scheme money, you know how we rock Lil' bro just punched his whole crib, my nigga pieces hot AKs, .40s wit' the drums, right at Lisa spot Diva thot, suck me in the car, we don't speak a lot Creep the drop, Pacific coast highway, bumpin' Speakerboxxx From Letras Mania