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Oh, what a feelin' with the stars in the ceiling Smokin' Cubans in the lobby 'cause you own the whole building All the hate and the envy got these niggas in they feelings They wishing you was dead but you just made a killing Close my eyes and proceed to manifest Dieme bulletproof Louis V vest What I studied in the streets so I knowin' it's a test Back when I was chicken flipping, twelve bands for a breast Oh, what a feelin' with the stars in the ceiling Smokin' Cubans in the lobby 'cause you own the whole building All the hate and the envy got these niggas in they feelings They wishing you was dead but you just made a killing Close my eyes and proceed to manifest Dieme bulletproof Louis V vest What I studied in the streets so I knowin' it's a test Back when I was chicken flipping, twelve bands for a breast Nine hunnid for the wings, three bands for the thighs Take it out the pot same color as the fries Still havin' motion, why y'all acting so surprised? Same job, same work, why y'all acting so deprived? Get my money, mind my business, I'm just tryna catch a vibe Ninth inning, bases loaded, y'all gon' make a nigga slide Undisclosed location, I don't really do it live Y'all be doin' to much, that ain't how you stay alive Letras de canciones They say I fell what, they can go ahead and stop it Just like this hundred grand, yeah, I'm always in pocket Used to sell 'em in the wrap but double it when you rock it But keep that stick with ya in case them niggas outta pocket I sat alone and prayed so many nights White seats, white Rolls, I played so many nights Hopped out with that new AP, turn off the lights Mister own half of my city, my future bright Ain't shit changed from blocks to flipping buildings Just know I put 'em all in my trust, that's for my children Them pussies throwing so many stones, could build a building But fuck them niggas, proving 'em wrong is I'm skilled in Picture this, ya boy at the stove, look like I'm fishing Tryna get an extra nine out them Os, that's what I'm wishing The irony of white squares in the attic nowadays White face no stones in the Patek, come on Got a fetish for them rubber bands Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands And all my blues got blood on 'em And the bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em Got a fetish for them rubber bands Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands And all my blues got blood on 'em And the bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em Boss shit, that's what I do, you know I do it best Right hand tied, I start whipping with the left Life sentence, nigga, know I'm balling to the death Only thing I never made a mill' on is meth That Phantom ride better when you beatin' all the odds That liquor taste taste better when you beatin' all the frauds Got dealt a bad hand but you still play your cards That's when you really real when you really live your bars And yeah, that's on God and the rest is on me You really got it out the mud, that's when you know that shit P Don't cost shit to hate, that's how you know that shit free Black trucks back to back, that's how you know that shit me Got a fetish for them rubber bands Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands And all my blues got blood on 'em And the bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em Got a fetish for them rubber bands Sanitizer for the dirty money in my hands And all my blues got blood on 'em And the bottles of the Yak, I got a plug on 'em Boss shit, that's what I do, you know I do it best Right hand tied, I start whipping with the left Life sentence, nigga, know I'm balling to the death Only thing I never made a million on is meth Boss shit, that's what I do, you know I do it best Right hand tied, I start whipping with the left Life sentence, nigga, know I'm balling to the death Only thing I never made a million on is meth From Letras Mania