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(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?) (Goddamn, BJ with another one) Just talked to God after cashin' out with Satan Same block, just a different situation I know they said I would be nothin', but I'm greatness I thought my life would be a grave or some cages 'Cause we grew up on shots fired, drive by's, cops out, oh We ride around with two K's we just tryna stay live Young Jefe Holmes We might slide down an opp's block I bet that AR pistol make your body rock They knew it was me because some bodies dropped They knew it was me 'cause the damn Audemar watch, yeah Know that I'm goin' through this damn pain All alone, and the [?] by my mansion go insane Six shots, but it only took one to bust your brain All my bitches stunt, so I'm tryna pick one that I can train I had to cut my cousin off because he started to envy Bitch I went from a G to a champ like Mr. Bentley And they don't fuck with Glizzy 'cause they say I ain't too friendly My shooter, he a butler, so I like to call him Jimmy Every time I'm in the mall, I be cashin' out I couldn't slow up for no job, I took the faster route Letras de cancionesEvery time that it was murder, we ain't never seen shit Every time we seen the opps, it was murder scenes, shit Pool party for my neck and wrist Niggas shot that I can't forget Homicide trees, call that the kill switch Came from the gutter, I think that is a privledge Just talked to God after cashin' out with Satan Same block, just a different situation I know they said I would be nothin', but I'm greatness I thought my life would be a grave or some cages 'Cause we grew up on shots fired, drive by's, cops out, oh We ride around with two K's we just tryna stay live, oh Ah Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'? From Letras Mania