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Bang in peace to Ray Jones We named the block after blood 'cause he the one that died there [?] G-O-D, nigga, we was from there to the yellow store sellin' hella stones (Yeah, DB, nigga, Green Store) TP had shit bunkin' (Taco Rico, 12th) Tyese and Keefy was goin' brazy (4) Yeah, free my lil' brother Jigga, nigga Gang related signal, lemon squeeze on the nickel Your cookies ain't official, we ain't come from thumbin' thizzle Bitches be in love with me probably 'cause of the dimples Finna bust all on her lacefront all off the dribble How you niggas eatin' but won't let your partner nibble? Treat him like a peasant, he gon' pop you for them fiddles (Dork) Racin' to this chicken in your baby mama rental Ain't nobody fuckin' with Mozzy from Macramento This the Middles, face card platinum around this ho Retarded with me, so you know that my passenger finna blow That's for sure, my life like a movie, lil' baby, hear me out They caught me in front of Stanford, tried to air me out Had to return the favor, dropped a fair amount District attorney 'nem been tryna tear me down Like I'm the reason why they murder case was carried out It's overwhelming, lost the only one I cared about (On God) The pain run deeper than what it usually do (Yeah) If you my brother, fuck them niggas that ain't bool with you (That ain't bool with you) Letras de cancionesTo love one unconditionally is bulletproof The way I prayed, I knew my partner 'nem was pullin' through (Uh) AMG and red Forgis when I'm pullin' through This just to motivate the youngins, really come from nothin' Post-traumatic stress, we really suffer from it (We really suffer from it) I'm haunted by my past, but I ain't runnin' from it (I ain't runnin' from it) I miss you, Miss Levine, yeah, that's my mother mom It was time she tried to save me from this Vietnam I still be feelin' guilty 'bout my granny death (Why?) Ain't get to spend the time I wanted 'fore my granny left (Damn) Even if you niggas cross me, I don't love you less You did what I expect and I have no regrets Never sell my soul for a check Separate his body from his soul for the set (Nigga) Hundred K in carats just to throw around her neck I did it 'cause I was high, fuck a flex Lord have mercy on all the children in the 'jects For they not know who slangin' that iron gon' affect Could cry you a river just from the thoughts as I reflect Politicians and people, it's an evident disconnect Say it's about this paper, just pay me and come correct 'Posed to be my big dawg, how you hate on success? Change my number, never text, and call it tunnel vision Ain't no way you love your K if you don't cuddle with it Ayy, change my number, never text, and call it tunnel vision Ain't no way you love your K if you don't cuddle with it From Letras Mania