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I'm a monster, the streets made me a monster I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca You see I'm clean but that don't mean you can't get mopped up I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up Before the rap I was the plug, I'm who they copped from Had lil bro selling pounds for me when I got locked up I used to pray the neighbors never called the cops up Streets ain't no game, been moving weight like I'm E. Honda Don't make me pull up on you, shooting like Black Mamba You gon' need Jesus, God, a vest and Kevin Costner After I dump, I leave him slumped, fucked up his posture Step back like Harden, cook his top 'til I see pasta I had to go through some crazy times Witnessed murder at the age of 9 My first gun was a P89 Had to stay with that Glock, they ain't taking mine Paying bills, a few lawyers, and paying fines Had a bitch lying saying her baby mine Had some homies hating on the way he grind Before fans I had clientele pay me mine All of the pain that I been through All of the struggle I went through [?] only motive my mental, why only count on my pistol? Gangsters don't talk on computers, all that tough talk don't amuse us And when I slap this dick in the 40, bitch I ain't fuckin' no cougar Letras de canciones I'm a monster, the streets made me a monster I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca You see I'm clean but that don't mean you can't get mopped up I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up I'm in my bag, you don't want smoke, this ain't no ganja Slide like a hockey team with sticks, I make the opps duck Don't give no fuck 'bout who you got up on yo' roster My shooters hands filled up with bands, bitch I'm they sponsor We all got 30s, do you dirty, you'll get mopped up I'll snap my fingers, they gon' cook him like Red Lobster I'll slide 'em bread, y'all know y'all toast soon as they pop up Ain't shit you can do, light 'em all up like it's Kwanzaa From the 'jects, from the trenches, I'm from the gutta Told myself, man I gotta come up with something Keep my head up in life like it upper-cut him I was fly, they was hating, I wasn't buggin' Bought a MAC and a vest from my uncle Bubba I was turnt, packing heat like a fuckin' oven Had some opps until I dropped a couple of 'em Left 'em lying, I been had the jungle jumpin' They say they tryna find out where I be at They been talking for years and ain't try me yet Yeah I know haters looking, that's why we flex You know I keep the TEC in my Nike Tech And you know I'm a savage like Randy I guess all of the pain came in handy Got the drum in my clip When I come in this bitch, pussy you gon' need more than a Plan B I'm a monster, the streets made me a monster I got my guap up, green on me like Blonca You see I'm clean but that don't mean you can't get mopped up I keep the Glock tucked, play with me get boxed up From Letras Mania