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[Hook] Nickels and dimes Sticks to my mind I'll never win You have my friends [Verse 1] Got a thing for nickel plated nines and pretty dimes Mac-11 I squeeze like lemon limes Squirt obey your thirst, fashion lines Between beauty and beast, I walk the line Johnny Cash, I'm a real G I cut my self today to see if I still bleed Success is so sublime Gotta do that time to time so I don't lose my mind Something 'bout the struggle so divine This sort of love is hard to define When you scratching for every nickel and dime Got me itching to do this shit for my mom Do this shit for my town Leave the door open hoping they kick it down The purist form of giving is anonymous to anonymous We gonna make it there, I promise this [Hook] Letras de canciones[Verse 2] Sometimes I feel survivor's guilt I gave some money to this guy, he got high as hell Now I'm part of the problem far as I could tell Did I do it for him or do it for myself Can't lie to myself I love my niggas more than my own blood I die for my niggas and I love my cub, hope that's not fucked up I got a problem with the handouts, I took the man route I'll give an opportunity though, that's the plan now No guilt in giving clear a nigga conscience out No guilt in receiving, every thing within reason Can't see it taking food out my little monster's mouth That will drive me gaga Run up in your momma's house, two nickels, one dime Manslaughter charges, the lawyer, knocked it down I'm just trying to find common ground 'fore Mr. Belafonte come and chop a nigga down Mr. Day O, major fail Respect these youngins boy, it's my time now Hublot homie, two door homie You don't know all the shit I do for the homies [Hook] [Verse 3] Pardon my hubris, Stanley Kubrick With eyes wide shut, I could cook up two bricks Turn nickels to dime, turn dimes to quarters Turn wives from daughters, oh, I'm clear as water And just for clarity, my presence is charity My flow is a gift, philanthropist Everybody around me rich, or will be Baby boy I promise you this, or kill me And when a nigga go as the old adage go You die rich or you die a disgrace, so just let me grow Watch me cook, throw no looks Like Magic in his prime when Kareem sky hooked Y'all not worthy, sometimes I feel like Y'all don't deserve me, my flow unearthly The greatest form of giving is anonymous to anonymous So here y'all go, I promise this [Hook] From Letras Mania