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(12-09, 12-09, 12-09) (30, you a motherfuckin' fool, nigga) Huh? Go These bitches' niggas act like they be on their period or somethin' I don't play with niggas, period, get hit with the drum Ain't no mystery, my heart black like Black History Month I show no sympathy, I'll have them people searchin' for months Cut off his legs, chopper hit it and it knocked off his knees Cut off his head, cut it off, then bring that shit back to me Cut off his dreads, heard they did it in the middle of the street I made him famous, R.I.P., I put that boy on TV 11 Alive, Fox 5, Channel 2, BET Why would Gucci pay you when he could do it for free? I'm too rich for broke bitches, I ain't fuckin' for free I don't need these borin' bitches, mane, these hoes need me Born in Bessemer, Alabama, the worst place in the world For a Black family to raise a lil' boy and girl If you ain't talkin' 'bout money, then quit talkin' to me Cash rules everything around 1017 (Gucci) Okay, huh, yeah, been through it all I gotta go hard, win, lose or draw I cannot get caught up in pen, years and thoughts I cannot get throwed off, I just got to go off Letras de cancionesTrips to the dealership, trips to the vault, uh Checks in the mail, make it flip, summersault, uh I gotta stay locked in, I cannot get throwed off, okay, okay 1017, it's a scary thing 13-17, take over everything Now you hold weight beyond measuring White chalk, tape, we murder every scene Came from the trench, not the trap, though Real music left, we brought it back, though Gotta put the streets on our back more Gotta put the city on the map more QM and Guwop on attack mode Ride on you niggas like a RAV4 Niggas talkin' down from the back, though Tell 'em, "Take a picture, it'll last long" I'm not a blue collar criminal, so I don't do subliminal (No) I drop a check and board the jet, on to another M and M (Go) I ain't got no spare time, I ain't on that square time (Huh?) My Richard Millie a milli', really don't use it to tell time (Well damn) My young hitters sharp, but treat big niggas like they small fries MAC-11 with the chicken nuts and they super-sized Guwop got a rare mind, people call him Einstein (Gucci) I make money in my spare time, but I don't got no spare dimes (Guwop) Huh, yeah, been through it all I gotta go hard, win, lose or draw I cannot get caught up in pen, years and thoughts I cannot get throwed off, I just got to go off Trips to the dealership, trips to the vault, uh Checks in the mail, make it flip, summersault, uh I gotta stay locked in, I cannot get throwed off, okay From Letras Mania