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Yeah, I got it! You like the way I play the cards I deal, yeah! You like how I came up and stabbed myself, huh? All that shit I said on my tapes, niggas feel, huh? Gotta keep lose it, gotta turn it into wealth, huh You like how I go hard and never fail, huh? You like how I stay down and left the world up? I sold out, judge about a sale’ I’m a heavy way, judge them about the scales, huh! My name ring bells, plus it sale tickets As I push passed these thousands to these mill tickets Hey niggas, get some bread, you gonna feel different! And you can feel me, for looking at the world different. All black kids all trapped in All waiting on the day that we could back in All black Benz with the black tan This 90 worth something, nigga, that’s what that meant. Go rollies, go Cubans Make what you make off, rollie, go away before music! Keep them squares out my serving, nigga, no rubicks Cause niggas learn, just to hurt you I’m like no Judas! Summer time, top off! Fake ass Louis, knock off! Young nigga lost cause Until I pray to God now we all ball! Letras de canciones(Dear Lord, these blessings) Blessings with discretion not to blow this dough Blessings with the striff not to fuck with hoes Blessings with the gifts, the real loyalty You know the type, he facing life, he pay the loyal fee Blessing with abundance, let us bore a whore To protect us when they threat us with a false charge Blessings Lord, cause niggas with the extras’ Help me let the way to what’ my direction more. All black leather, no coat Night vision in the dash, make the moon blow! Moody jeans on, so my denim fresh Making death threats, but they ain’t get it checked Need to get some cash, fuck and get a check You look hot, but fuck off, this young nigga dick! I’m balling, your bitch crawling My shit popping and your shit keep flopping love You came in this game, all the killers with me Travel around the world, I brought my niggas with me! Play the game right, I built the foundation Stay solid while these hate niggas stay hating! Summer time, top off You’re not to get your head knocked off! Young nigga, Lord’s cause Until I pray to God that we all ball! From Letras Mania