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Hey (I'm Harry, Harry Potter) Hey Hey Yeah, I put up all half (Pablo go crazy for this motherfucker) BigWalkDog Hey Hey Ha Hey Protect me from evil, that's why I stay with this heater Every time I leave the house, I know if you need it Knowin' you really don't need it, just wanna see me give it out (Huh?) I bet the bank I got different amounts I put a Patek into my accounts The bigger the risk, the bigger the house The bigger the fool, the figure it out Hey, I'm looking up, got my head in the clouds Hopin' they watching the ground When I do a show, ain't no use to patting me down New poppin' with thirty some rounds Might get me a pop and a deuce, then I dirty some down He a lick 'cause they heard he got pounds Go do a show, then I prolly go shoot back to the town Letras de cancionesTold my cousin to short me one down Got it right out the mud, I prolly couldn't walk through a flood 2011, mix water with blood Had to see what it was You prolly see what it does, 'cause the streets ain't got no more love I show my diamond to both of the judges They want the choppas, I really wasn't budgin' Ain't talking 'bout time, but that been out the question Had done showed my status, they got off the subject Like, fuck it, might turn to a Christian while dodgin' these bullets Only see money, he died for the hustle Don't want another, won't die 'til see Juder I been told my mama I'd die for my brother He talk how I talk, he touch six figure yearly A six figure jury, a pot of detergent I had to go get me some money, it was urgent Can't say you were walking, you ain't hop out Suburban They know that I'm that nigga, don't gotta be worried They gon' stay in they lane, they ain't gotta be tourin' Got fifty on me, all blue and it's early Got fifty on me with a switch conversion Can't never fake pay, it cost just to purge Bitch, I'm the one, ain't no other way to word it Big legend, I double, can't put on my jersey Go and cross you like AI, three shooters like Curry Put a twenty on the truck, pull up drippin' and servin' Show my mama four-hundred, she preachin' the sermon The money the subject, I teach what I'm learnin' Ain't no way over here, the bridges been burning For these niggas paternity, got rich 'cause I earned it I sent money for Christmas, Thanksgiving for turkeys I promise I'm working, won't pop no more perky's Plus when I'm thirsty, my pops been up searchin' She got her a Benz, might get her a Birkin See you with Chanel, they know everything working I know it ain't perfect, but working, for certain You know I'm gon' ride 'til they open the curtains You know you was here when my pockets was hurtin' I carry the load, fix all of the burdens I'm cut like that, it ain't come from no surgery Got all of this shit, I hope it's working for certain I been rappin' with wordplay, been trappin' since Thursday First in the whole state, show you a whole thing At the show with choppas with no aim Hit one button, it emptied the whole thing When he get a yo, he gon' go claim it I came straight out the trenches, had no name When you come from the bottom, it's yo' game Come from ramen, to crackers to lo mein Hey, pray to the Lord, my soul to keep Hustle and sleep, we all gon' eat Got two for the one and one for the freak They take away places, then how you gon' eat? They know where you live, then how you gon' sleep? How you gon' creep? Nigga, how you gon' beef? Tryin' be some shit that you probably won't be Hey, pray to the Lord, my soul to keep Hustle and sleep, we all gon' eat Got two for the one and one for the freak They take away places, then how you gon' eat? They know where you live, then how you gon' sleep? How you gon' creep? Nigga, how you gon' beef? Tryin' be some shit that you probably won't be From Letras Mania