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Thank you Tonight I wanna talk about two things Yo, yo, yo, yo I took a moment to myself, I hit the beach today I wrote my verses in the sand, they couldn't see the wave Dollar menu with a diva eatin' fish filets Ugly ducklin' had me Insecure like Issa Rae Kept it player, Dolla Bill, need a Lisa Raye Standin' on respect, I feel like Geda K Everyday we facin' wars, I need a green beret Iconic down the block from where the Rangers skate Gettin' chubby, hit Miami where the gangsters stay Corvette with pinstripes, it's the Yankee way (Swerve) I feel like Cooper Kupp when I hit LA Used to eat my Wheaties with my weapon on me It's a small huddle, ain't no extra homies My nana was a preacher, ain't no hexes on me I made diamonds outta dust, I lift the pressure off me Yeah, yeah Life is precious homies I said gwalla, it's magic What is pressure? I done seen it all I ain't break, I ain't bent, I ain't fold, I ain't do no funny shit Stuck to it, yo Letras de canciones I'm like never was I timid, never needed gimmicks New York City frigid, ain't no food in them fridges One class away from Special Ed, a trial away from prison A stop away from blood shed, a block away from Crippin Swear them Xans had me trippin' Blackin' out on work days, I'm missin' out on chicken Static at the gauchos, I brought it to the scrimmage They was playin' victim, survival of the fittest (Hello?) I was watchin' robberies, started off gunnin', ended up bossin' Used to double dutch, now she out here double crossin' Sold the devil dust, seen my homies in the coffin I ain't seen him much, I heard he caught a bid in Boston I bought a knocka for my flocka, it'll Waka Flocka Flame He was slidin' on the Metro, heard they shot him on the train Uncle tyin' up his veins, shawty tyin' up her tubes They ain't never left the block and they dyin' for it too And they dyin' for it too I feel like the livin' proof I always strive and prosper for the day For the day [?] [?] always strive and prosper I look into the sky [?], look Always alignin' stars and playin' for days When I had [?], put [?] in my bag [?] The pressure [?] [?] gave you, free them I put that pain in everytime Kids gotta eat From Letras Mania