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If you a bitch, you can't politic If you a bum ass nigga, don't talk that shit You know it's ups and downs for a real nigga It is what it is, exhale and deal with it Me, I'm the TEC-9 shooter Take your time when you bustin', keep a clip full of Lugers Let's go back to the spot, livin' like ballers Been having cash since fours on Monte Carlos The city still crazy, 'cause most of us angels It's all dead gang bangers, ask Murk Koly helpin' me get money See me smilin' all the time like everything funny 'Cause I'm here, yeah, it's real Who ain't like me? Oh well, them motherfuckers is dead You see me comin', you see me makin' noise You see me on the news runnin' from them boys I can't stay away from the streets You can call me crazy, at the end of the day My life ain't your business, my life ain't your business My life ain't your business I can't stay away from the streets You can call me crazy, at the end of the day My life ain't your business, my life ain't your business My life ain't your business Letras de cancionesUh, mind your own and you might live a little longer Navigate through this life and get a little stronger Let me show you I'm resilient I ain't crazy, bitch, I'm brilliant Know the difference from a ho ass nigga talkin' loud And a real killer sittin' in the background I'm a straight fool, breakin' rules all the time Break a whole thing down and go grind Nigga counted twenty-two thousand, ones, fives, and tens Took the money to my boy, now I'm grindin' again I want luxury cars, long chrome Drive through the hood fast or ride through slow I got shit to do, I can't be sittin' on my ass I could make a billion dollars and still come back I ain't trippin' off a nigga's opinion This my life, I'ma live it how I live it I can't stay away from the streets You can call me crazy, at the end of the day My life ain't your business, my life ain't your business My life ain't your business I can't stay away from the streets You can call me crazy, at the end of the day My life ain't your business, my life ain't your business My life ain't your business I can't stay away from the streets You can call me crazy, at the end of the day My life ain't your business, my life ain't your business My life ain't your business, bitch G Perico, So Way Out nigga Ayy, motherfuckers say I'm goin' Hollywood, how is that? I'm still in the hood, you know what I mean Niggas ain't have nothing to say when I was in the pen, them two terms or when a nigga was shot Ain't nobody come looking for me then, ah Hahahaha And I'm just a ghetto nigga tryna go from rags to riches And it seem like everywhere I look these days These niggas hangin' with hoes and snitches Think I'm 'bout to be around that shit, nigga please G's straight gangster One of the last real ones left, you know what I mean? With that bein' said, fuck y'all From Letras Mania