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Your nigga's whole life in the ashtray Had to get in, took the back way We got to be patient, no fast way I ain't never call for the back pay Gotta go it, roll it, then count up more trees Bitches be fallin' at me, I got 'em on ease Stacking this paper nigga, I'm tryna own tee Applying this pressure, I cannot let 'em breathe Pimp shit, gang shit Walkin' through this motherfucker big me, Big Meech Pour me a four, had to crush me a crush, well nigga love the mud and the peach Plus my son coming up making beats Put a nigga whole deal on my teeth And this cash every time a nigga speak Pull up, good nut on the sheets Drop it, stop it my nigga, I'm out your league Dissing a nigga, they really wanting me to leave No matter if I'm here, now I live through my seed Told grandpa I'ma go and get a B Real shit, real shit, real shit It me, my niggas forever I ain't really with the settling, I ain't really with the meddling I ain't really with the telling it Know a nigga with rebelling it And if you stop then I'm selling it And this money got me celibate Letras de canciones I done seen shit, be honest Shit nigga like, shit that I know I ain't supposed to see in real life Shit I know that shit Shit that be on TV like You know what I'm sayin' Homies killing homies and Homies robbing homies Homies set homies up That's why people laughing at us You know what I'm saying, it's just part of life though Fuck it Tryna ease the pain with mary jane Told my mama I was gonna get her everything, everything, everything, everything, everything Never ever fit a wedding ring I was gon' pay that lil petty change I swear that we all do some petty things Dry nights turn to heavy rain Fuck you niggas, I'm another lane Shawty really playing number games They really got us playing hunger games Speak up nigga, quit the mumbling The try to cage us 'cause we outspoken Gave you everything to lose focus Can't stay calm, keep smoking Send a drive-by, watch me smoke it Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' I-I, I-I, I-I-I leave the studio every day At least at six o'clock, six thirty you know Sometimes like before three when I be in early And I go home and my kids go to school every morning And they see me come in and Melo look at me like Like I'm proud, like you know what I'm sayin I know, when my daddy leave again I'ma cut my phone on and I'ma hear myself sayin', "Southside on the track nigga, yeah" You know what I'm sayin'? On everything You know what I'm sayin', like That lil nigga think he me And that's like a blessing You know what I'm sayin'? 'Cause I don't think I'm a father I think I'm my father's father From Letras Mania