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Tell me Would you stay if I had to go jail? If I didn't have no phone, would you chat through the mail? Would you be out on the road, while I'm trapped in my cell I don't know when I'm home, and it's actually hell If I booked you a visit Would you come through or miss it? Would you take hella long when I'm asking for pictures? Would you lie to the feds, if they asked for a witness? I need to know Would you still be around, if my p's were low? Yeah my Moncler's warm, but these streets are cold Would you leave if you heard that I've beaten a few? And you know for a fact I don't treat 'em like you Would you leave if the judge said I'm looking at 5? And forget bout the times that you looked in my eyes You know what it is and I'm cooking them pies So don't act up or be looking suprised Just tell me what it is, I swear I'm needing to know If it ain't suttin real, then I'm needing to go I don't need the stressing, you ain't seeing my phone And I gotta keep stuff, I got beef on the roads And I know you hate when I spend time in the trap But I like that you'd rather spend time with my stack I just need to know, if you're riding for man Letras de cancionesCos I'm living life fast, so I'm likely to crack Yo the whole city's on me, so they're likely to chat Would you listen to them rumors, or silence the prats? I told you it's music, I'm writing them raps So when you come round, I be hiding the crack And just over insta, you try and get mad Like I don't treat you good and be buying you bags Don't be suprised when I finally snap If I fucked up my show, would you try get me back? If I got your yard spun, would you try let me back? Always ringing down my phones, like you try get me mad Yo I'm just needing to know Can you roll up the weed, if I'm needing to smoke? Would you bring me my ting, if it's peak on the roads? If my friend tried a ting, would you speak to my bro? Would you tell me the truth, or be keeping it low? And I know it sounds mad, but I've seen it before Just tell me what it is, I swear I'm needing to know If it ain't suttin real, then I'm needing to go I don't need the stressing, you ain't seeing my phone And I gotta keep stuff, I got beef on the roads And I know you hate when I spend time in the trap But I like that you'd rather spend time with my stack I just need to know, if you're riding for man Cos I'm living life fast, so I'm likely to crack From Letras Mania