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(AClef Vibes on the beat) I ain't have shit to my name 'til the first or the third Middle o'clock, tryna catch me a serve Too deep for tears, that shit for the birds I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours? Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city, you wanna come get it? I got it, it's yours Promethazine just to help with my nerves I'm doing good, say, "Fuck what you heard" Time on the clock, don't stop for no one Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one He ain't gon' shoot it, that forty his show gun I'm with them killers, make me havе to send 'em, I run with them sinnеrs, I know they'll take somethin' I want the hundreds and money since day one Lay where you play and your soul, I'll take one How they gon' hate on me? Noodles and crackers, I'm straight from the street Breakin' in houses, flippin' them couches, can't find the money, we takin' TVs I ain't have a dime in my wallet Sucked up the knowledge The shit that the D-boy taught me I'm sippin' Wocky like coffee, no coughin' Fuck nigga play, he get put in a coffin I want that money, let's skip all the talkin' Letras de cancionesThis for them days me and lil' cuz was walkin' Late night stalkin' Commotion, I'm causing Won't stop 'til I'm up and whole team bosses Gamblin', takin' them losses Too many crosses, it's makin' me cautious Can't trust a soul, I'm stepping with caution Play with that K, I'ma step if you drop it I'm out in public, can't see it in my pocket From nothin' to somethin', shot up like a rocket I got the key to the hood like a locket Still post on the block like I'm Giannis or Jocket Pop out, chain on frost, they watching We do it once and they copy it and jock it Run up a check, got a reason to flex, used to rap for the free, now they pay me, deposit When you play with a check, gotta move a lil' smarter Punchin' on shit like my name Vince Carter Water in harder, snakes out the garden The only way I'ma keep goin' up farther She wanna fuck, I'ma charge her I watch the money get larger and larger Run up a check 'til my soul departure Graduated the trenches, I ain't make it to Harvard I ain't have shit to my name 'til the first or the third Middle o'clock, tryna catch me a serve Too deep for tears, that shit for the birds I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours? Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city, you wanna come get it? I got it, it's yours Promethazine just to help with my nerves I'm doing good, say, "Fuck what you heard" Time on the clock, don't stop for no one Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one He ain't gon' shoot it, that forty his show gun Uh, yeah Look in my eyes, you can tell that I'm on one That nigga bitch, you can tell he ain't on nothin' Hop in the 'Cat and burn out, do a donut Used to post on the block sellin' dope 'til the sun up Remember them days prayin' to God for a come-up Now it's ice on my wrist and I'm thumbin' through commas Just got a call from lil' Wunna, said, "Boy, you a stunner" "You get this shit from your mama" My brodie just sent me a text, said he know that I'm tired, he love me, just gotta keep goin' Money or drugs, neither one heal the pain Who can I call when my back 'gainst the grain? It's crazy, but when it get dark, it rain This for people that know they call on my name Fuck all my haters, I know that they watchin' All on my page, yeah, I know that they copy I'ma sit back, keep stackin' the profit Can't no nigga pop it the way that I pop it I ain't have shit to my name 'til the first or the third Middle o'clock, tryna catch me a serve Too deep for tears, that shit for the birds I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours? Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city, you wanna come get it? I got it, it's yours Promethazine just to help with my nerves I'm doing good, say, "Fuck what you heard" Time on the clock, don't stop for no one Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one He ain't gon' shoot it, that forty his show gun I ain't have shit to my name 'til the first or the third Middle o'clock, tryna catch me a serve Too deep for tears, that shit for the birds I'ma die 'bout respect, is you slidin' 'bout yours? Chicago fitted, I'm straight from the city You wanna come get it? I got it, it's yours Promethazine just to help with my nerves I'm doing good, say, "Fuck what you heard" Time on the clock, don't stop for no one Standin' on ten, won't run, I'm on one He think I'm pussy, make me have to show one He ain't gon' shoot it, that forty his show gun From Letras Mania