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Yeah, mmh (Kid) We don't even say, we don't even say RIP no more We don't say no Long live all my niggas gone, you know Niggas never get lost to this shit We was really out here in these streets, you know, for real Livin' this shit I'm rappin' 'bout, you know, I'm just Glad I'm livin', alive to rap about this shit now 'Member what it used to be like, I was seventeen 'Member what it used to be like, I was off the lean 'Member what it used to be like, all I had a dream 'Member what it used to be like, we ain't have a thing But I turned into some shit that they all wanna be like Ain't gon' never get like this 'cause you don't wanna be right I make all the sacrifice so you live a better life Somebody told me, "Leave your legacy while you still alive" Somebody told me, "Leave your legacy while you still alive" I wonder what it'd be like if G-Fazo was still alive 'Member when Kobe died, I drunk that shit raw out the bottle We went to war for 'Raq, wonder if he was here, would he have a body? We gon' fall out 'bout this rap shit, wonder what Slim would've felt about it? Turned all the way up in this rap shit, but I wish Cap was right here beside me Now a moment of silence (Now a moment of silence) Way we grew up, all we knew was violence Letras de canciones2012, we was strapped, used to play with them bitches like violins We didn't even get to make it back safe and we hearin' the sirens We gon' headbutt with the opps, on the iPhones wildin' Matter fact, fuck that, if you want smoke, we can dial in Just on the low, we gon' pull a vino or a pile-in And we ain't broke no more, l'll do ya, end up on an island Tryna see my niggas get rich, though Keep it on my hip, what it's hittin' for? And we shootin' dice, what it's hittin' for? Ten for a stack, what it's hittin' for? Fuck a nigga bitch like a nympho Been in the streets, what's the info? Draco make 'em duck like limbo Leave 'em stretched out, no limo (Get money, stay a hundred my M.O.) Know I'ma stay 150 Fifty on the chain, 150 You know this gang gang, 150 Foenem tote big ass fifties They don't want no little ass glizzy Better at least put thirty in it I ain't gon' lie, this shit serious These lil' niggas here 'bout they business They in this shit tryna finish I got real niggas doing sentences, they in that bitch tryna finish I'ma help put on for my hood and the city while smoking OG in Givenchy I was smelling like pot, so at school, I was seventeen, they gave a nigga detention Went to school, had to dip to link link with the seventeen niggas we greetin' with tension And big bro was ready to park by the school 'til I left, just in case he was itchin' Free Gill, these niggas is snitchin' Long live Playboy, niggas bitches Free T Slick, I miss him Free Lil Way, he innocent No Limit Gang (Finna get the pendant did) And still doing this shit independent, ya dig? And I iced out these pointers big Them bitches gon' only get bigger, ya dig? But niggas gon' only get richer, ya dig? My fans, they gotta pay for a picture, ya dig? Just support a nigga, ya dig? Y'all know I'm on a mission, kid Gotta move on, I'll be on my way, I'ma miss you, kid I gotta keep getting money, if you get in my way, hope you kissed your kid Goodbye From Letras Mania