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You understand? We had to We either had to become tough guys or fall by the wayside You could ask your big homie 'bout us, we run shit Got a car full of killers on some dumb shit Learn young how to hustle and make the funds flip Mafia ties, you move wrong and the gun click Lay low where the hollows and load Where we from we don't talk, nah, we follow the code Ain't no coming back once you cross eyes I got mob ties, no lie this beat giving me Pac vibes I could get a million with my eyes closed (yeah) One day, I'm in three different time zones And, really, I don't like phones I'd rather me in person Three hundred thousand dollar bags, no Birkin Pull the bags out and merk 'em, they smelled a little fresh (a little fresh) I shoulda paid a little less I'm connected round the world, you should see the roller decks Five pounds to the head, my growers are the best You ever put somebody on and watch it go to their head? Or look someone in the eyes when they knew that they were dead If they fucked up the money, didn't come back with the bread Flip the funny vibe, when you text me, left 'em on read You could ask your big homie 'bout us, we run shit Letras de cancionesGot a car full of killers on some dumb shit Learn young how to hustle and make the funds flip Mafia ties, you move wrong and the gun click Lay low where the hollows and load Where we from we don't talk, nah, we follow the code Ain't no coming back once you cross eyes I got mob ties, no lie this beat giving me Pac vibes I just made a million with my eyes closed I pray when my time comes that I don't die slow I'm up thinking, it's like I hear the clock ticking Let's see who fall when the plot thicken Ask your big homie, we really call the shots He just went down in Vegas, made us all hot (damn) Keep your mouth closed or never breathe again It's all family round me, I don't need a friend Offshore accounts, I put a good amount in Switzerland Fuck a middleman, we go direct when we get 'em in They want me in the cage, I'm just trying to prove my innocence I'm vigilant, I won't stop until we all hit again, Bern You could ask your big homie 'bout us, we run shit Got a car full of killers on some dumb shit Learn young how to hustle and make the funds flip Mafia ties, you move wrong and the gun click Lay low where the hollows and load Where we from we don't talk, nah, we follow the code Ain't no coming back once you cross eyes I got mob ties, no lie this beat giving me Pac vibes From Letras Mania