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I'm bloodshot, glassey-eyed Breath smelling like piff Wired up fire up another one Let's get lifty, real dopey Pour me another cup of that hellfire, watching for the police We outside chopping it up, shooting the shit Couple niggas making bangs, I'm just trying to spit Some good rap to this bitch that I've been trying to hit Since we was nineteen damn she still fine as shit Remember at the card tables feeling on my dick Got pregnant by that nigga I ain't seen her since then It ain't nothing like the hood sitting on top the benches You terrified where I'm comfortable in the trenches Most of my friends is in project nigga Brooklyn, Queens, the whole NY nigga Nigga pull your card like an ATM Mistook me for fool found out that I'm poison on the block A staple in the hood like a liquor store In the church I'm cut from a different cloth The fabric of life in every Hav verse Pull your cabbage wig worm I did mad dirt Deserve this groove so you fear to lose Have your whole team rocking r.i.p Tattoos, rested and hooked to IVs NYC city of the crime scene Letras de cancionesPaint a better picture call me ace Banksy They scoop you off the floor like fall raked leaves Nigga take a knee cause this one over You in the fourth quarter with a reaper on your shoulder Around every corner or at least most of them Somebody getting money or a chest opening The pain so real not even Motrin Could take away the pain or save a closest friend The block From Letras Mania