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Performed by Ampichino, Yukmouth, Freeze & Young Bossi (Chorus) I done still have dreams ‘Bout having finer things But now I live a luxurious lifestyle Straight hustler, gorilla Drug Squad galore, coke dealer Nigga this is the life I live (Verse) I count 100 bands before 12 a clock Imagine all this dope shit came from me selling rocks Me and Yuk getting mail posted at the spot Mag 10’s, many mag 12’s, this block is hell as hot Raising, we ill, I’m tryna kill something Destroy and rebuild money like Phil Drummin Sleep on my stilt, woman I feel like the feds still coming That’s why I smoke and I drink til I don’t feel nothing Still hustling, the plug still dug me I kept it trill, pure, with blood money Life’s so real, yo homey, you try knock em down Dropping convertible top, letting loose vodka rounds Take the fight to my block, you hear the most darkened sounds Cuz we don’t fuck around, walk up on him and buck him down It’s Afghan, this hell that I’m trapped in Letras de cancionesTreat us like animals because of my black skin (Chorus) I done still have dreams ‘Bout having finer things But now I live a luxurious lifestyle Straight hustler, gorilla Drug Squad galore, coke dealer Nigga this is the life I live (Verse) I’m from the trap where little kids sell big crack That get scratched when shit crack and get yo shit smashed Blaze one, niggas pushin yo wig back I’ll get yo kids kidnapped, now tell me where them bricks at Little shop on the out of town block Where my out of town goons making out of town hot Bricks to that Whitney, lot of Bobby Brown cop Hundred bands in the duffle, hundred rounds in the choppa, wuddup? (Verse) We held it hard, now the city is ours Pulling stunts, we was grunts in the city of God On the run from the fuzz like deliver me God I’m in this rental tryna get on my delivery soft A lot of homies in the bing, a lot of snitches get off I’m high as gas prices, 30 round quick in my draw Busting lean, gotta hop out, piss on your card and slide off With yo bitch, the life of a bug (Chorus) I done still have dreams ‘Bout having finer things But now I live a luxurious lifestyle Straight hustler, gorilla Drug Squad galore, coke dealer Nigga this is the life I live And I’m gangsta (Verse) Thugged out in the hood with them packs homie Gripping my paper for my dead homies We living in hell, I’m pushing fish scale I’m still in the game, going hard for the scrill Brig killed my nigga P on some snake shit Real talk, goons, young niggas in the mix Catch me flyin through the town with that fully Blocks to the brown, I’m a block bully Hold it down for the team, it’s The Regime Sipping codeine, money over everything I used to dream of fast cars and big houses Now fuckin off dogs, hop at mobsters Let off 100 shots, leave you shell shocked In the D spot, cookin up straight drop Disrespect - it will be a closed casket Chyeah, I’ll murder you bastards (Chorus) I done still have dreams ‘Bout having finer things But now I live a luxurious lifestyle Straight hustler, gorilla Drug Squad galore, coke dealer Nigga this is the life I live And I’m gangsta From Letras Mania