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I think I sold every drug on the streettryin to make inz me but f*ck ti I was poor thoughand I almost fell in love with the rick and a few that wassweet butfuck it that was hores though,shout it out with my real clothes homieand my mother used to.what the fuck we go to war forgot sign, got famous, got paper,real G survive the break ups so I wake up getting moredough,every morning differencesI ain't ducking enough for bad boys for every kay army,differences I ain't got worried bout the FPI my housetryin to serve warnsdifferences I'm getting paid for my citizensand I ain't box then no.all are differences show up whenever we roll up'cause ya'll are down and we upAnd we up and we up, and we upuh team early, we up, and we up and we up, and we upyeah team early we up, and we up and we up, and we upaha team early we up, and we up and we up, and we upyeah now it's time to re-upTrap star one to a benz from a neonflow one cling on wrist on free onLetras de cancioneswear on cable on, trips on tourand I used to cops from the store on Leehigh,hang with the ackies on G ride,cock from the puppies on access you bless younever mention you when they arrest youwe came to your rescuebless you with 3 G's on a VIand look out for mamasita,keep her in good spirits we're cold hearingin cold hearing where our parents live in prime whereever.no terroristno arrogance that's why, every true lie, we fly back thereagainthese rappers got me shaking my head'cause when they should be in the stood they back in the bedagainAnd we up and we up, and we upuh team early, we up, and we up and we up, and we upyeah team early we up, and we up and we up, and we upaha team early we up, and we up and we up, and we upyeah now it's time to re-upWake your punk ass up if you want casheverybody scheemin if you sleeping then you want lesslot of people starvin and they giving 'cause they won't askand they want to do nothing with the one assand they rather take me for they don't havea lot of teens on their wrong pathI try to doubt em tell to slow downunderground king them, that's who I approach the prone asnigga with a big beard no stashmost of these rappers come and straight out a long castsee before more rappers more huck in the mob padwhen I got on it was jeans in the throw backif you ain't spittin real rap, I ain't got no raprappers need to know that, rappers need to go backto the tron borders, spit a little hard or morething in my flow back, that's my sound you're down From Letras Mania