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Reese Forte No, I can't leave the street alone, I gotta get it No, I can't leave my heat at home, I'm ridin' with it Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me No, I can't leave the street alone, I gotta get it No, I can't leave my heat at home, I'm ridin' with it Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me Hit my knees and say a prayer when I wake up Got a sweet tooth, I'ma get this cake up Boy, these streets'll really show you what you made of Lil' mama bitchin' 'cause she wish that I would date her I'm on a mission, got no time to be laid up Face in the pillow, fuckin' up her makeup Yeah, you might've got the pussy, but you paid up I was starvin', now a nigga got his weight up Secret service with a convoy, like the President when I move Ye ain't ever seen hard times, come walk a mile in my shoes Niggas killin' over bullshit, so you gotta keep you a tool Hard to tell who is who, a lot of these niggas fu' A lot of these niggas fu', yeah a lot of these niggas flu Nine times out of ten, prolly got a sour apple in the bunch Letras de cancionesListenin' to my spirit, if God give me a hunch Fuck nigga, if you ever cross me, I'ma eat you for lunch No, I can't leave the street alone, I gotta get it No, I can't leave my heat at home, I'm ridin' with it Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me No, I can't leave the street alone, I gotta get it No, I can't leave my heat at home, I'm ridin' with it Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me 14 or 28, 36 for the 22 Young nigga get you outta here, for a couple racks they'll finish you Hard trustin' somebody, family did me dirty too Stealin' out my fuckin' stash, you lucky I don't murder you Say your name ring bells, nigga, we ain't ever heard of you Tryna get straight with some work, if I don't know you, I ain't servin' you Acetone in the white, Fentanyl in the dog food Let you know when it touch down, don't call me, I'ma call you All this shit I seen got me traumatized You can see the pain in a nigga eyes Yeah, and I just made another run Took the profit and invested in some more guns Secret service with a convoy, like the President when I move Ye ain't ever seen hard times, come walk a mile in my shoes Niggas killin' over bullshit, so you gotta keep you a tool Fuck around, get your life snatched when you got a point to prove No, I can't leave the street alone, I gotta get it No, I can't leave my heat at home, I'm ridin' with it Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me No, I can't leave the street alone, I gotta get it No, I can't leave my heat at home, I'm ridin' with it Most of my niggas dead and gone, or got a sentence The devil got me doin' wrong, so God, forgive me From Letras Mania