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Aw, shit Aight, Mini Gon' let this one breathe, for real Let this one just talk to them Receive them, you feel me? Happy birthday Amro Never forgotten Love you though, nigga Rest in peace all the fallen soldiers Free all my day ones Fuck the rest of them Yeah, when I was just a teen (Teen) I swear money was just a dream (Dream) I been runnin' on the street Since a young one, with the team I stopped goin' school early Just to go home late When you're livin' in the trap house No, you don't go home safe (Never) Yeah, it was me and Billy 15 We was sleepin' in blocks (Damn) Man had them cheeks full of rocks Man, feds just took C off the block (Facts) Next time I'll see him's visitin' the box Street niggas know the feelin' is odd Letras de cancionesBut we'll just leave it to God Honestly, all them robberies From Queensway to Kensal Green, I gotta eat Shit, we did them properly (For real) I had ten when I was seventeen Yeah, the whole hood remembers me At nineteen, bought my press machine And since then, I been very clean I seen niggas come and go In the streets 'cause they weren't built for this My niggas been away for years You know I still visit 'Cause I can feel your pain, bro We came up from the same roads Now I'm livin', doin' stage shows While you're locked up in the same clothes That makes me feel shit sometimes I know I gotta live my life You know I'll never switch, my guy Need anything, just hit my line I'm from the zone, no switchin' sides Drippy chains, drippy knives I never asked to live this life So fuck if I ain't livin' right I'm on Third Avenue You know I came up on the Third Ave Where niggas gettin' burst at That's where I shot my first pack I'm on Third Avenue You know we're doin' what we have to do Got coke up on the avenue No joke up on the avenue I'm on Third Avenue You know I came up on the Third Ave Where niggas gettin' burst at That's where I shot my first pack I'm on Third Avenue You know we're doin' what we have to do Got coke up on the avenue No joke up on the avenue I still remember when the gun jammed But Savvy had his shank on him Them yutes crashed, my niggas hopped out We still dampened them Remember Gooby got nicked And we thought he was rattin'? Remember the first time I ever done a shootin' with Ratlin The first time I poked someone up I can't lie, it was a neeky youth But he was in Grove So I felt like I just needed to Gdotz used to ride his bike on wheelie, fool Now I gotta go to cemetary just to speak to you Can't believe it's you Robbin' phones for a day with Melo Get cheddar, right Shotguns were metal We were slidin' on them pedal bikes Tryna show these opps what pellets like Mommy said she's terrified Hurt her mind every night Chasin' opps for exercise In this booth I've never lied You niggas do it every time It's Gucci for my sweater sign It's happenin', I never tried All my cells are tellin' me I'm blowin' up (Facts) But I be tellin' them I still got it for the long now You know how I'm on Third Avenue You know I came up on the Third Ave Where niggas gettin' burst at That's where I shot my first pack I'm on Third Avenue You know we're doin' what we have to do Got coke up on the avenue No joke up on the avenue I'm on Third Avenue You know I came up on the Third Ave Where niggas gettin' burst at That's where I shot my first pack I'm on Third Avenue You know we're doin' what we have to do Got coke up on the avenue No joke up on the avenue From Letras Mania