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(Verse) I've been watchin you all you rob with dishonesty Yall been claiming king but you die with no dynasty Little lookout cats try to hide for a finder’s fee Demon on my side, that’s my guy, he’s reminding me Every rap of mine back in time never winded me Every backwards mind that I turned is in line with me My mystique is real, I’m the legend and the urban myth Drug addiction all around my corner and I’m serving You should notice and know this to put it all in notice They stab you in the back when the hood is on your shoulders Speaking to the people so what good is yall promoters? I analyzed the game and understood that all was bogus So I’ve been watching you watching me and I’m lookin back Seen you push and smack count and dirty money couldn’t crack I used to have cigarette burns in my sofa You listen to my world, is in turn to my culture (Hook) Riding bout myself got me feeling lonely Cruising through the city with my check on me Looking for my friends, where the fuck’s my homies The only thing I ask for is loyalty It’s way too many snakes in this game for me And murder is the only thing you did for free I ain’t even worried bout my lawyers’ fees Letras de cancionesMy gun bang bang for that loyalty (Verse) My prophet’s rising, I’m terrorizing the game now Killing on these records, I’m feeling higher than Slaine now Military mind state, they tryin to shoot my plane down I’m incognito with Desert Eagles and tray pounds Life of a gambler, sideline scrambler This ain’t no winning that pawn, we don’t fuck with amateurs Baby blue Porsche, bucket seats and I’m flyin sun In the fast lane, drunk as fuck like I’m high and done High off of life, take a hit of my success Driving by myself, hearing voices I preserve What the fuck you haters talk about? What happened to the loyalty? I’m royalty, these sour milk duds tryna spoil me Couple shots of whiskey got me pissy, feeling dizzy Shouldn’t drive but I’m behind the wheel, flying through the city Got Molly in the passenger, Mary Jane in the back My block is hotter than Africa, all my pistols a plat (Hook) Riding bout myself got me feeling lonely Cruising through the city with my check on me Looking for my friends, where the fuck’s my homies The only thing I ask for is loyalty It’s way too many snakes in this game for me And murder is the only thing you did for free I ain’t even worried bout my lawyers’ fees My gun bang bang for that loyalty From Letras Mania