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Thinking where to start this, in the bricks for years Home is where the heart is On my knees for days, stressing and i need to pray Let the devil know i'll never be a target Pray to that, sinning but i pray salah If you ever done me dirty you can't take it back Pissed i lost 80 bags, but i'll know i'll make it back Tried to pay for my brothers bell, i don't pay for tax Gliding on my comrades I'd rather die with them, i ain't sliding out in combat Fuck these little labels and there dirty little contracts Fuck the word brother, just muma in my contacts G, G, for life i'm go getting brothers talk bad Money quite like my phone settings If it weren't for my only son, i'd be the best man in my own wedding I got love for you, doesn't mean i trust man 100 pellets in my shotty we don't bust blanks What's a burner no cartridge? What's a label no artist? What's Aladdin no carpet? Nada My brother's mad busy but he knows the plan He don't roll my shows but he'll roll to bang Its only love i show to fans Stop complaining, how you broke brother, grab a own slang Free my brothers riding life sentences Letras de cancionesI don't know much about percentages (i don't know shit) But i know this industry's fake blud (how much of it?) Like 95 percent of it On my meek mill feeling to expose yah Or even better, stick you up like a poster These man impostor's, dirty as a vulture They do it for the money not the culture Is that real I'm in the flats still Mums still a g, always show me her back heels You don't know how that feels I've been on the roads, getting new comers Your nothing on the road but a new comer Paper chasing that's for certain Roll with burners that a German, if you want me then it's curtains I got pain that i'm firming, hella bitches that i'm curving And i'll still rather sign to my son before virgin It's dirty From Letras Mania