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Up getting high round 7 am And my girl stop bitching I'm bout my friends Because last niggers was going to fuck in I stumbled through the door cloud 9, cloud 10 Yeah that was round 4, say 3 hours ago Now I'm smoking out the crib, picking out clothes What I'm most comfortable in [?] When I think of somewhere to go I'm scanning for a post trying to see what is here for Slamming my card [?] you can't ride with me no more I don't need a chain or a whip to get with these hoes Work of the homie whacko, they fucking with me natural Factual, it's time to show your bitches go, hannibal Trying to heat a nigger alive, that's what this rap shit do Then police is after you, niggers getting mad at you [?] can't see shit [?] matter to you Ah, you trying to be the boy they wonder what [?] happened to you I try to be the man I did more and I plan to do I did my thing I snatched it before they could handed tot Earthquake [?] the road I'm doing [?] The pain, the murder, the thoughts of suicide fool You [?] no lie, and this is very true I'm al [?] constructing these bars like I'm building a prison Like [?] know I gotta be out of my mind [?] but them niggers gotta stay outside Letras de cancionesDiamond in the back [?] roof Counting up a stack in the drive through Late slapping, what the g's drive through Wonder what this is, it's high tunes Diamond in the back [?] roof [?] gotta fit the stack in my shoe Diamond in the back [?] Counting up a stack in the drive through Late slapping, what the g's drive through Wonder what this is, it's high tunes We did see this [?] fool From Letras Mania