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(D-D-D-DJ FMCT) I took a basic bitch and turned her to some candy (DJ Bandz, oh, man) Turned her to some— Felt at home, felt in love I done took a basic bitch and turned her to some candy Fillin' up my system with these drugs, I'm feelin' stranded When you don't get that love from your niggas, you feel abandoned Thought I was gon' change 'cause that money came drastic It's hard to beat these cases when they got that shit on camera Seen that shit on camera, I told them niggas, "I need answers" So many funerals, you gotta lock in with the pastor When you broke, they love you more, money come, you'll get to clashin' Pull up to my hood, everybody gon' pop outside with a ski-mask When you say, "It's war," for that check, they shoot up your repast Hungry nights, you ain't got no food, you'll go to sleep fast By your side, when you at your lowest, they'll try to leave fast I need prescriptions to feel like I'm gifted (Gifted) I take care of my niggas and God is my witness When you hear rumors come from your niggas, that shit hit different (Shit hit different) When you really got it out the mud, that's a big difference Streets know that they can't play with my name, I bitched the big niggas Fell out with my dawgs some weeks ago, I gotta get with 'em (I gotta get with 'em) Letras de cancionesNiggas postin' all them guns gon' get us all indicted Cut ties with third-party hoods 'cause they ass felt entitled You ain't from my block, you don't even know us, foenem don't even like you (Snitches) Snitches praisin' snitches, niggas bitches, that shit black and whited I done took a basic bitch and turned her to some candy I take care of my people, can't nobody say I'm stingy Foenem think I changed, don't pop out as they pay me Always stay the same, but that money came in handy, uh I need prescriptions to feel like I'm gifted (Gifted) I take care of my niggas and God is my witness From Letras Mania