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2012 I started getting money, I was like 16 going on 17. 50 in my face (?) touch. That was an important period in my life cause it made me what I am now. I'm just having fun, getting fresh air, (?) up, I spent that shit Look I won a race, 100 miles and running They was stopping, I ain't jog or nothing I ain't lag or nothing I was 20 laps ahead of y'all, I ain't brag or nothing Game (?) under pressure, I ain't let him down or nothing Everybody got they cameras, had me a (?) or something All my hard work, all them days in Y'all know where I started All them late nights going retarded Running with the wildest youngings Smelling like 1000 onions Damn that shit don't count for nothing When I told 'em I was coming They just thought that was I bluffing Now my fans out overseas pay me 20 thou to touch 'em Pretty ladies, yeah I love 'em Come backstage, they let me fuck 'em Free (?) don't owe her nothing I was rushing, I was getting ready Make her hold my luggage Met her once, she let me fuck her twice She know I might fuck up her life Too lit to have a fucking wife She fine enough to wife tonight, so fuck it Letras de cancionesShe can board her flight Lil (?) might get her something to go, I guess I'm sorta nice Never been on dates, I risked my life She see me blowing this pipe Baby I'm not regular, no I'm not your average dude I grew up a hard knock, that's not up my avenue Gotta move something like the president Can't leave no trace or evidence Or location, if I'm there too long I gotta move Fuck it, you just stay right here cause I don't like your attitude Big G Herbo, don't leave the G out when you say Herbo Never leave the G out Glock on me every day I leave out Only way I be out, niggas know what we bout Condos downtown, cribs in the suburbs, finna cop a beach house (?) everywhere, foreign whips everywhere, pull up skrt out And I got more coming, got another tape dropping Got another tour coming, yeah I made more money Finna do more stunting, 120 (?) still ain't push the score button Back to the program, niggas hating but they whores love me Still getting tour money 15 for a 16 so yeah, I made an 8 like four summers Put a couple little racks in the old school but it still ain't running like the Porsche running Remember yelling 47 with the torch running (?) on the ops block Lakeside pistol run up on the porch gunning All my niggas all about money In the middle of the war hustling Hustle homies and you know it touch us Shut the whole block down, no more hustling Start all (?) I roll the steel up Everybody on the team tryna score something Flat on the ra-ra, they on high-high, rolled up out in traffic, dropped four or something Yeah, them killers like Jon-Jon But we ain't going out sweet, no cop dying That means ain't no cops killing us Ain't no ops killing us Some say I might sound cocky Some say I might sound scary But I know that I'm gon' get home where I'm from that's (?) Where I'm from shit get scary, niggas get buried Riding up on your block, bloody mary Don't you double dare me I'm from the Eastside of Chicago I'm Gucci where I go Niggas know me where I go I'm an OG where I go You can't help what you born with But it's on you if you die broke If I die before I wake Have a party when I go 20 Rollies in a roll (?) if I wake before I go From Letras Mania