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Yeah Cracks in the buildin', yeah, they made it fall apart I don't keep up with appearances to make you feel a part Yeah, what I do, yeah, you weren't there Yeah, when I started all of the lines I've seen it all through their motherfuckin' eyes Six senses, yeah, that I got The tightest tight with the plugs, it's a knot I got careers, my huncho don't stop I had to sacrifice love to progress Used to put love, have him under duress I made her sit on a pack I told her a chicken always took care of the eggs Managed to parrot what I got to before Let's take a guess Brothers try catch up to me, they need vest This shit gets tirin', know I'm the wizard I'm still an enigma, I paint a good picture I cannot stop, I'm a machine, yeah Used to be a routine, yeah I was sittin' and baggin', yeah Now I eat cuisines, yeah Now I eat Wagyu beef, yeah That shit's a hundred a fillet, yeah Worked out my flow, how to steal it, yeah Letras de cancionesWater on me, I distil it, yeah Can't take her back after I hit it, yeah Fam, I'm on my bag that I gotta carry And I'll do it all in man's city, yeah Scorin' golazos, that's Sane, yeah Any amount and they ran it, yeah They can't say hello to me I'm good with rubber bands bitch (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow) Man, it's been a decent year I'm smokin' Cali', it's a habit (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow) Man, it's kinda sad that kids are killin' kids Man, that shit tragic (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow) And they can't help it Man, that people's parents, yeah, they were drug addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow) And I can't lie, yeah, I used to sell drugs to the addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow) Man, I can't lie, man, I used to sell drugs to the addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow) Let's get shit straight If you're fuckin' with me there's a stick in the place We pop shit bait and pop them doors Anytime and any place Too many times had to pattern the case Me and bro had to petrol bathe If I buck into opps, no fear in my heart Man's pressin' the guage If you got TT then it better be white Don't give me a Z if it's comin' out beige Don't fuck with my cake If you're bumpin' me, man's robbin' the flake I still put buj on my block I still try focus on black like Dave How many punks try set it on me And I ended up chingin' and flippin' the page? How can I beef these punks? I'm a t'ug, 9 livin' Got the block back spinnin' If man try roll up then it gets barked at him Weed that I'm billin', we rise and ping him Two dum-dums in a gauge 'cah the nozzle's twinnin' Revolver's spinnin', uh Get the trapline blingin' Slang it and dish it, I must be the trillest, uh I'm trapped in the ends with skengs, addicts and drillers Ballys and dingers, uh Still get drilly Poke man's head, have him lookin' like Krillin, uh Fuck how you're feelin', my shit is the realest They can't say hello to me I'm good with rubber bands bitch (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow) Man, it's been a decent year I'm smokin' Cali', it's a habit (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow) Man, it's kinda sad that kids are killin' kids Man, that shit tragic (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow) And they can't help it Man, that people's parents, yeah, they were drug addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow) And I can't lie, yeah, I used to sell drugs to the addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow) Man, I can't lie, man, I used to sell drugs to the addicts (Mmhmm) (Grrr, bow) (Grrr, bow) From Letras Mania