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Sometimes you gotta cut a motherfucker, huh? Don't be that mothafucka Hm-mm Realistically I'm just sittin' back Got back to the crib Got a pile of KK Pack of cones Just doin' what I do Ain't shit changed Uh Smokin' weed and livin' how I'm s'possed to be The police don't say shit when they approach me Different day, a different coast I'm doin' shit the way I'm s'possed to Flyin' private, 'way from coach Was a player, now I coach Hundred mil', I'm tryna gross Roll a pound and flow Pour around and toast Every day we focused, no matter how much we smoke Hit it, never miss Got these niggas pissed Get caught? Never flip Charges get dismissed Been a savage since I jumped off in this business shit Letras de cancionesNothing personal, must've forgot what this business is I keep hustlin' and won't stop until my clique get rich Won't do shit, you bury yourself, I'll let you dig that ditch You a hustlin' motherfucker New crib for my son, an AP for my brother and it's flooded Them girls ain't gon' get enough of it Earn my respect, they gon' keep tellin' you that I'm fuckin' rich Earn my respect, he just get jealous because I fucked his bitch Earn my respect, so when they come to my house, they don't take pics I'm killin' the competition They still ain't got my permission I'm finna make my decision I'm holdin' out my position From Letras Mania