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Real street nigga I'd done been shot Shootouts Went the school route (DP on the beat) Been broke Tryin to get rich, nigga, look I'm feeling blessed, I hit 4 cities in the same week I'm worldwide but lost my niggas on the same street I never changed, I got some change but that ain't change me Yeah I'm still the same me Y'all know how that thing be (nigga) The devil trying to bring me down, G Herbo I'm still standing Gun in hand and I ain't going out til I buy mom's a mansion Fucked up that check a thousand times shoulda bought moms a mansion But I was young and I was dumb thank god for second chances I know some niggas facing life without no second chances Ain't too many second chances Niggas better take advantage And I woulda been signed a if I was trying to chase advances I seen niggas with a million cash and watched that paper vanish Only twenty things left, so I gotta make it manage Send em to your front door, but you gotta pay for transit Never sure however much to order, that's how much I handed Keep it sharp, sloppy with the business stop your shit from landing Use your heart Letras de cancionesIf you got that feelin homie ain't your mans then Ain't no rules to the streets except for keep a cannon And it's going down over east, I gotta keep a cannon Take a piss, I eat with Cannon, ask my bitch, I sleep with cannon M-O-N-Y after the E the only thing I cherish Free my big bro Murder Manski, sleep tight my little sister Cherish Blowing smoke thinkin bout my life and how I came from nothing Not only how I came from nothing bitch I made it something I gave my mom the whole deposit for her pain and suffering I grew up seeing my momma struggling so I started hustling Probably coulda stayed in school got a job or something But by the time I turned 16 didn't ask my mom for nothing OG was staying by the enemy I had to move out Cuz anytime we see each other it's going to be a shootout Soon as that check came through she had to get a new house Now she fin to get a new house, let her see what two bout Might stash them hundreds in the floor, call that one the blue house We ain't in the hood no more nigga, take your shoes off On Essex block baby, 78th, 24th, for Kobe we shoot 24, shells outside that 24 Niggas know I'm in the streets, know I don't got shit to prove Big Bro told me leave the city, you got shit to lose I don't reply to beef with tweets, street niggas gotta feel me I'm in my hood with all my ice, who said they tryin to kill me? Like 30 on my wrist, like 60 plus my neck, like 80 plus my L, 200 plus this tech I keep them killas with me, they tryin to roll shit I can't control shit, let off the whole clip From Letras Mania