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(1-6, 1-6) (Jaiah, let me look in) Cold streets got me anxious Got the heat for anxiety All this beef's kinda cancerous Made it part of my dietary No sleep, no anxiety No sleep, no anxiety All this beef's kinda cancerous Made it part of my dietary Didn't wanna go this far, still I ended up here Now I got opps, got no option, I'm livin' prepared Mum thinks that I've got anxiety and that I move weird No safety, I'ma be safe, I ain't gotta be scared Can't let my sis know what bro done Cah she won't let me bring him inside Can't let my mum know what I done Cah she'd probably wanna see me inside I'ma wear the plain one, not the stripe one Cah I might wanna wear it next time Last time all I heard was swoosh Then I got blood on my Nikes I don't even know who's winnin' I just know I'm fine Letras de cancionesI don't even know who's with him 'Cause I ain't got time Anytime when a man's out dippin' I just wanna get strikes Leave man in the gutter or alley Just 'cause he never boled in right How the hell you gonna catch man lackin'? About three times Must be tryna go for a hat trick Now we got his hat online Now we got his chain online Got the same drip as mine Now they gotta call me 2 Chainz I'ma wear 'em side by side Most wanted sinner Trident had me in the station Same week I heard how a opp turned singer I wish I could splash like Ramz I'll do it in minutes, but bro does it quicker I was in the cut, me, Bliky and Jigger Name one guy on your team who's realer My bro phone me all stressed I laughed like, "I can never be that nigga" Anythin' grrr get brr and bill up Slide 'round there, see somethin' get hit up I keep myself to myself Cah foenem's chatty and she's to inna The hood's been bakin' hot I still gotta dash from cops Think the line's gettin' thiner How much times can I pick up? How much times can I bill up? How much times can I toke on the crow Make the holes in the ozone bigger? I left my nigga on the wing That's my winger Been with me since ching chang chong Yeah, that's my chinger Still gotta come through spleagin' Damn, if it's wrong things, he's screamin' My bro's gettin' watched by Trident He still gets cash and makes it home by the evenin' I was in the car just schemin' Jump out, hood came off and I beat it Jump back in the ride, now I'm tweakin' Thinkin', "Yo, did the camera see this?" Few weeks later, I'm on the M-way speedin' I'm in a whip that's clean Gettin' followed by CIDs for no reason My broskie just caught a case And he ain't hit me up and I heard he's speakin' The life I live ain't intriguin' This real rap, no cap, just believe it This real rap, no cap, just believe it Bro's in the trap, no sleepin' And it's freezin' Cold streets got me anxious Got the heat for anxiety All this beef's kinda cancerous Made it part of my dietary No sleep, no anxiety No sleep, no anxiety All this beef's kinda cancerous Made it part of my dietary From Letras Mania