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Yo, Rey again? Sound beautiful, look Love to my bros that couldn't make it, I'ma make it for you They can gentrify my hood, but they can't change the soil Raised up in the '90s, seen cocaine get boiled My next door neighbors puttin' flame to the foil Just cleared a quarter million rappin' in like four months Them suckas talkin' like they shooters, they ain't score once He got his stimulus and spent that shit on all Runtz Your homies freeze up under pressure 'cause they all chumps Double up my dollars, must acknowledge, I'm a 8 Sеries swerver Thе .40 turned him to a vegetable, that's basically murder We both rap, but they resent the fact I'm takin' it further And that same bitch they dream about, well, I just made her a squirter Connected with Berner and we about to bring a Cookies to the city Prior to it, slabs of coke that looked like cookies in the city Had to read the signs 'cause they was tryna book me in the city These people feel like I'm braille, can't overlook me in the city I feel like young Basquiat with bars and what I'm smokin' is purple Smoker's Club in '016, I used to open for Herbo I just left out Medellín, met Pablo's brother Roberto Caught my homie playin' both sides, I ain't surprised, but it hurt though I got murder on my mind and I got hoes all on my dick We ain't walkin' in this club if we can't go in with that stick Letras de cancionesI put this ice all on my chain, this shit is frozen on my wrist And she a savage just like me, can't show emotions with this bitch, ooh Uh, G Herbo And I came from the gutter (Ooh) Now ridin' I'm Lambs with my brother 'Cause all we had was each other, ayy Dirty game, I'm feelin' lost, but I really won It's hard to win 'cause I lost who I really love We tryna mask the pain, all I know is blast and bane I can't even crack a smile, I don't even laugh the same And now that cash came, 'member we was baggin' 'caine Murder 1 on opps, all he saw was flash and flames Wanna know how I got millions and still act the same They ain't had no business the 'Raq, man, I went back for gain Same nigga, still that hard, but I'm just stacked in chains You can't leave it in the car, 'cause if you lack, you slain So all the real niggas tryin' stay afloat Don't know how, 'cause we rose from the city of no hope Every Sunday when they wanna show you pity, I don't go Got my auntie in the church with my big cousin sellin' dope Enemies idol me, they envy me You come near me, trigger squeeze I don't give out sympathy, I'm givin' smoke I got murder on my mind and I got hoes all on my dick We ain't walkin' in this club if we can't go in with that stick I put this ice all on my chain, this shit is frozen on my wrist And she a savage just like me, can't show emotions with this bitch, ooh Can't say you feel me if you never felt the shit I been through (Ooh) Real life From Letras Mania