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Featuring Compton Menace (Intro) We got a story to tell (damn) Yea Pay attention (Verse) Brand new pistol – we bought it Really couldn’t afford it Either that or his moms, take a trip to the florist Get him first, what he’s thinking? Fit for Henny he drinkin Hustle five days a week but he hittin cribs on the weekend Don’t know pops, he don’t care Don’t know papi for work And right before he do it he always visits the church Never question his motives Or the weapon he holdin You’ll be gone by tonight and he’ll still be here in the morning Off that Mary he floatin, pop the molly good measure Always call for the hit ‘cus nobody do it no better Fire up then he leave, girl smoke in his pocket He keep one in the head, never once did he cock it He don’t roll with the team, clean it up where those stacks Don’t keep shit in the glove, pistol right on his lap Letras de cancionesMake the temperature change, he did not lose his cool All the shit he done, he only 15 years old (Hook x2) I said the streets so cold I won’t change up Better keep yourself from anger When you out there When you out there, When you out there (Verse) Now look I know they know but I keep pistols in the cover Thinkin it was my woman, I keep that bitch undercover Just hope for a better day, thinkin I made a way ‘Cause me and my niggas good, just touchin up on that K Just preachin out to the youth, This shit that I speak is truth Never deep at that Chevy and one they turned to a coupe But homie that’s all I know Never separate groups If it’s about that paper, all we gon do is shoot Smoking that shit I love Thuggin all of them puddlers Just puffin up on that kush You may hate but I know they love it But steady I’m reving engines, keep that shit to the sub Before I ever give it up I’m wildin out like fuck it hah Just picture them better days through the clouds I’m dealing with so much hate, I turn the frown to a smile Chevy fuck with it heavy, know we keepin it steady Niggas they want that P, just call me whenever ready But look, gotta show em how to keep it off yo mind Better stay up on that paper, haters knock you off yo grind That’s right, every grip I’m holdin I make sure that shit mine I made it up off that maze but fuck it, I’m livin life From Cali way down to Pittsburg, shit crazy Know some niggas that got murked for being lazy Just hoping that money come, I move steady, gon save it Just know them bullets gon burn, just hope you make it to safety (Hook x2) I said the streets so cold I won’t change up Better keep yourself from anger When you out there When you out there, When you out there From Letras Mania