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The homie flag, be as simple, automatic singing dice games, We was gettin money to the fancy tangs Two gold chains be dedicated On my clothes you can still smell cocaine But my family have so...without cocaine We thank God when that blow game walking though the rain without a coke Living all apon the truth, hope that we all make it all to gte tongu Lil know they way I pay this bithces My nigga so illegal ambitions Full with the dishe now all your family lives with the memories and pinches Fuck niggas, fuck bitches, get money, stag money I wich they act worng even that funny I got bitches that will die, killers that will clap for me It's all about this struggle to make it all we are the hustle When your bro they won't trust you When your money right they gonna love you Friends stay first, keep your enemys close, enemys close, Cuz those ones that stay by your side they be doing the most Doing the most Please don't get it confuse this is rap money Mix with the little street money I talk about long drives no sleep money Bitches walking on the ...that dirty deep money Always told don't talk just look Letras de cancionesFamily from the street I was raise by th street Certifie streets never raise by the book Straight educated, I can tell that you shut rapper Every goof girl love a hood nigga Real reconize real when you real nigga I'm taking over companies sunny deal If you want a bill make a mill Never skip a mil, keep your lips still nigga Fuck nigga it's time to heal figure You take cake and fame, yoiu keep it real I fuck with you Boy this level to the shit I said fire to the ass life with the devil in his bitch It's all about this struggle to make it all we are the hustle When your bro they won't trust you When your money right they gonna love you Friends stay first, keep your enemys close, enemys close, Cuz those ones that stay by your side they be doing the most Doing the most From Letras Mania