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Every nigga from that seven Grind like they gotta win They say my name even when that gang grind Bitch I'm from the gutter I deserve to shine At long nights thinking shooting with a K This shit fucked up my city crying everyday Young black boy he wanna run like Ricky Waters But he dead broke on the block and he selling quarters Man what would you do if your grandma didn't have money to pay the cable Ever see your best friend die right in front you Ever seen his baby momma cry right in front you Heard of yall december walk Full scholarships Man that's kinda fucked up Hood politics It's cold in my city streets It's cold in my city streets Man If you open your eyes then you could see that he grinds so hard He hung out in the block every night but he still had dreams For the love of the money For the love of the money He lost everything He had a vision Letras de cancionesRunning all them dime plays But he got fucked up trapping in them hallways Everyday he prayed to make it out But he had to choose a hustle route Dirty sox dirty drawers he wants some new shit So he stayed on that block having long nights Caught his first body Couple shoot outs Counted bout twenty bands in his shoebox And the homie was so cold but we'll never know All they got is his blood on the city streets A couple tatted bass where he laid at A lonely cold blanket where they prayed at It's fucked up cause everybody we love they gotta take from us And everybody we trust they take our breath from us Black ballers from the seven with a heart of passion Then they stole all his dreams for the love of trappin Jail due nigga If your chasing your dream Nigga your grandma lights cut off nigga You ain't never seventeen If you open your eyes then you could see that he grinds so hard He hung up on the block every night but he still had dreams For the love of the money For the love of the money He lost everything From Letras Mania