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(Dramatic, nigga) When I talk to the streets Shit's like a religion We jumped on a plane and we flew out of state Landed in the next city, time to get paid Every month, I need a million dollars, right now, that's the goal Say you wanna do business, well, what you got goin' on? It's houses in my hood that cost a half a million Niggas spin the block all day, around that bitch, killin' If you ain't really gettin' money, you can't live in my city A gang of famous niggas gettin' killed in my city We bust first, then we ask the questions later I was taught to get it on my own, I don't need no favors I was eatin' Tams, now my taste stuck on Nobu Flyin' up PCH in a C8 with no roof Don't try to hit me on my phone, I think it's tapped Don't even try to talk in code, you gon' gеt a nigga cracked And I got Versace shadеs coverin' up the sun rays Flyin' in my 'Vette, I pull that bitch out every Sunday Mic check, Glock check, my nigga with the flock check Can't take advice from a nigga that ain't got shit They talk shit, but I ain't worried 'bout it, 'cause we drop shit On the Eastside, I'm the top shit I gotta keep it G, I ain't never ask for no favors Letras de cancionesThese niggas was tuckin' they 'rags when I came in the game I'm a young OG nigga from South Central Where keepin' your pistol is religion Don't be leanin' on my car, that shit cost two hundred thousand Jumpin' out like a hoodrat in my cut-off trousers Don't pull a gun if you ain't gon' use it, that's how you end up dead When you say how you really feel, that's when you lose your friends God protect me from any nigga I know that wanna knock me off Tryna politic over little petty shit, nigga, knock it off It's a celebration, I keep winnin', I can't stop I'm recouped before my shit drop Independent, Innerprize Clicc, yeah, that's my shit You see the African over there with the long hair? Yeah, that's my bitch Niggas hit my phone like, "Come kick it," I don't trust 'em When I get to the block and if I feel nervous, then I'm bustin' I gotta keep it G (Gangsta), I ain't never ask for no favors These niggas was tuckin' they 'rags when I came in the game I'm a young OG nigga from South Central Where keepin' your pistol is religion (Gangsta Grizzills) Welcome to Dram's holy scriptures When I'm gone, let the stories be told from generation to generation From Letras Mania