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And if you be packed like Nueve I been out there rollin I been thinkin maybe Growing up out made it through the bay yea I been hidin for a minute Think Im crazy But they won't ever catch me outta line Strange at birth Born to make a difference when I came to Earth! But Mama neva warn me bout the pain, the hurt in the heart, In the brain when the game flames ya church Why do they make mo bots when the flows hot They said my music will never fit in the pro slot Probably watch it sell it in the cities when i go trot No more wall the records and the plaque in a gold box (gold box) Game came killin nigga he go When they went from a hundred to zero I know the Mets spot bury to the below But you can fly Curry at the free throw Look how Strange came in the game like deebo He reppin again and we did a show with nigga C-Bo Now we got hits and take a pics with the people But they won't play me if I don't mix with the legals If you tell me my music didn't fit they program Letras de cancionesSaid that the music I been down that road, at the crib checkin' out every sound that sold 'Till I found that soul of a Clown that flows then it got her to slither and spin around that pole So many haters were tryna drown Tech's rose And stoppin' him from blossomin' nigga now that grows No blockin' him, lockin' them wit a frown that froze When he bossin' then he lost em when the underground let go They wanted to hold down Tech's blow But people ain't keepin' they chiefin' a pound thats Dro Even seepin around Death Row Increasin' my releasin' to many towns that's Dough But some people wanna delay the bag even though you kill everything when you display the gas Spray the mag N9na blast like in laser tag to who paid the cash thinkin' I'ma stray the path From Letras Mania