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My nigga, Fly Dae Dae, what's up? (Dramatic, nigga, oh you think it's a game?) Yeah, uh Paid in full, still on the paper trail And I took so many losses, I can't stand another L, huh Can't stand it, get a chill, remember times when you weren't there Yeah, say I remember those times when the whole crew was here Clothes or some shoes to wear Even in the one-bedroom, the whole crew was there Even then, Q was there Yeah, how you want it, lil' faggot? Go on, choose ya death, huh See, I'm the type to keep your head for a souvenir And I wouldn't even lose a breath A lot of real niggas, they gone, ain't too many shooters left A lot of bullshit goin' on, but I gotta persevere, huh Make 'em feel it like I'm readin' mail Like I'm sittin' in the jail in my lonely cell If I can't get no dollar out this shit, I'd rather burn in Hell If I ever start, I can't quit, I gotta prevail I been goin' hard, but I gotta go harder and harder and harder Gotta take care of my seeds, I'm a father Gotta raise one lil' me and three daughters, huh I'ma be the one to give them the game as a toddler Shit, I can't be the blame, you, everything I taught ya Letras de cancionesI got out the game, but still be paranoid Lord know the whole gang there but they ain't got no choice Ayy, they gon' go against the gang, but they gon' get destroyed I been on a lot of pain pills, everything numb I been on a lot of pain pills, I swear I hope the pain heal See, I ain't got to say say they well If you say it, make it clear I just hope my nigga made some M's or I'd be prayin' still Some my niggas strugglin' payin' bills so they be layin' steel And no, we don't fuck with cops Roaches or rats, we don't like rodents We shoot with our eyes open We dreamed about coppin' Rollies I'm still with my same homies Still'll let my man hold it Still get it for the low, pop the seal, gon' pour it Just tryna get paid in full, woah-ahh You know how I feel, I been broke before But now I'm gettin' paid, gettin' paid, yeah Paid in full, paid in full I just let it stack up so high So high, blow the smoke out I'm just tryna get by, get by Put my whole hood on I watch you niggas get paid in full Don't let 'em trick you out yo' money, though I'm swimmin' through them hunnids, though Can't leave them kids no Gucci belts, nah I need to leave my kids some land, need that money in my hand I'm tryna get paid in full From Letras Mania