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I'm a rich nigga like I don't know I can change if I wanna, but I won't though Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road Real talk from the heart what I'm known for Skinny jeans, I don't do those I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though Now I'm movin' five mil' when I shoot dough Audemar, Hublot One point five on the two-do' Old hustle, new flow Old money, new ho Suckers prayin' I'ma chill, but I'm too cold Long as I'm around, fuck they need you for? Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks Since nobody wanna make G shit This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G shit) They want G shit, give it to 'em They want G shit, give it to 'em I'm the one to give it to 'em If you don't know me let me tell you somethin', shawty Still got them choppers, make you run from it Letras de cancionesCamouflage, dog tag Got 'em followin', when you see me better haul ass Keep it G at all costs, what you call that? Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back A broke nigga he may entertain all that All left field, keep it true, nigga Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice How I see it, if you ain't down to die 'bout it Don't write my time, slime, why the fuck we talking about it? Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks Since nobody wanna make G shit This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G shit) They want G shit, give it to 'em They want G shit, give it to 'em I'm the one to give it to 'em Now what the fuck is an ounce? We smokin' bout an LB We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki And I'ma take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD Got a bag full of birds and motherfuckers gettin' robbed Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot Fuck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G shit) They want G shit, give it to 'em They want G shit, give it to 'em I'm the one to give it to 'em From Letras Mania