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Yeah, trust my word Trust Gang, nigga Spesh Yo, uh, yo They say don't respect the one that gets shot, respect the nigga that shot him I respect the nigga that sent him to handle the problem Ex-bitch said she pregnant by me, now she screamin' child support Man, this bitch hate me, I feel lit, she 'bout to wild in court I ain't payin' you shit, just bein' honest Bitch, I sell dope, what wages they 'bout to garnish? I do this for the hustlers that get in the zone from us Every time I re-up I get a new phone number You ever been in a drought, told the plug you need pounds? Then he pull up like, "This the only thing I found?" Open up the bag, everything brown But you gotta take it, it's the only thing 'round Big brother caught an attempt, but he still smile And they gon' give him 18 if he blow trial Life hard, I'm doin' everything I can, Lord I ain't evil, I'm just tryna pay my landlord Might lie to myself, say I don't need much I'm fucked up, I'll be good when the P's touch I got myself in the illest situation And I never froze, I'm good with those, I never hesitated Letras de cancionesSee I been cruisin' 'round the city in them foreigns lately Dealin' with Spesh, T, and Philly got me more angels Get a Rollie on my arm, Cuban on my neck Foreign for a car, hundred thousand for a check If a nigga gotta ride, then I'm sendin' clips If not I'm with TCI poppin' big shit Spending benjis on pennies with Benny Act silly, get them semis, call up Nitty, huh Call up Wire, that's the hit-up, let him fly out Then the pass, go to class, then we divin' 'cross the pylon TCF, Trust Gang, yeah, that's who they got they eye on It's our year, y'all wack, fuck bygones bein' bygones, trust Hand on my gun, other hand on the wheel Make a perfect right turn while I'm blammin' the steel My uncle had to show me how to handle a scale 'Cause my pops never taught me how to handle the pill I came off the porch early, I was caught dirty Now I'm boss-worthy and my main broad curvy Ridin' back home, the trunk of my car dirty It's noon, I'ma make it back by 4:30 (Almost home) Hustlers runnin' in (In), J's runnin' out (Out) And we never hit you if you came unannounced That's your lil' bitch but I slang out the house I starved while she survivin' off the change out the couch Back then you probably could've caught me whippin' Sweatin' over the stove in a foggy kitchen Marina dog food when my squad get mentioned I traded in my spoon for a coffee blender, nigga Yeah, ho, I never take an L Plug cross country, I just wait for mail Dope so good that it could take a twelve Fiend tried it and went straight to Hell Y'all niggas snakes, y'all can't wait to tell Half ass waitin', had to make a sale Work so heavy, it could break a scale So much coke that I could make a trail You made a sale, you was facin' 12 Told on your man and you escaped from jail 38 Special, it was made to kill Leave the crime scene and take the shells Loose lips sink ships, afraid to sail Get low, my hoes say I'm aging well She drove the bricks in a gray Chevelle I bought her a bag, it was fake Chanel And she walk around like she bougie I live life like I should write the movie Broke ass nigga still lightin' loosies Goin' half on dimebags like the Looneys, uh You niggas never had to fight You ain't killin' nothin' with your gun, you bought it for braggin' rights Got it for an average price I'm married to the white girl, that bitch is a bad wife From Letras Mania