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Ay Choice! What up bro? Bro, where the fuck you been? In the wind, turning 5 into 10 Took the L outta Black Turn they back on a pimp Fuck that tho, tell me how you been? You ever felt your stomach touch your back bone? (I have) On God, I was lowkey down bad with it (Yeah?) It was harder than reading a text on a cracked phone (Tell me mo') I had to get it out a bitch to keep my rap image Even ran up on a trick, it turned out it was a motherfuckin fan I get to pattin a nigga pockets, he want a picture for the 'gram Damn I could understand what you sayin From the North, I was in the trap like a neck vein Now rule number 1 is to never be number 2 Second rule, shit on em without stepping in number two Rule 3, if you do, get that shit off your shoe I always got it out the mud, but what I know ain't what I do Used to wop out the smokers with the B12's Letras de cancionesCame in with a blower, we sold him the real Came back for more, we sold him the fakes Threw some Orajel on it, he needed a taste Ay Rich Off Mackin, we done gave them niggas blueprints They ain't worth a penny tryna add they two cents And you know we bout a dollar, kept it hunnid since a nuisance Back to the story nigga, tell em where the juice is Is you back independent? Yeah it been that for a minute From Seattle to the Millas? In they feelings like a dentist Rap Caviar, they done listed two of the realest Now they all poppin this pimpin, so we had to reinvent it Quarterbackin in the backfield Introducing my hoes to zo up in Maxfield The pimpin in me gets so cold, get you back chills Count a hunnid a night, it feel like an x pill On to the next thrill It might be your year, but its not yo day Like she might say she care but that's not yo bae They gon hate you when you on Love you when you gone It's Rich Off Mackin nigga play the next song Ay, you ever been out to the show me state? Quiet down if you don't relate Let me be great, hold it down, don't need to hate Did you doubt us? Weakest man is the loudest I really do like when you doubt us Pull up on me baby, don't hesitate Keep the party goin, don't make me wait Know it been a while nigga You know my vibe, know my style nigga Hard to trust Crooked like my dick and my smile nigga Put you in these size 9's you couldn't walk a mile in em Can't nobody reel me, I'm the only real me You still gotta hunnid dollar bill me when you feel me Lost everything but my trust so I'm still me Pillow talking to these bitches, boy you niggas kill me Sell this shit too long, you get immune to the scent Serve pills, hop weed, transition too legit Shot 3-5-7, .45 long clip Told her lie to detectives when they got up in my shit Right hand to the Bible, if I sin then I repent For the Gangstas I just put the G inside of Gentleman Fuckin treat her like she treat herself, that's proper etiquette Got a strong Black bitch Still gotta call her bitch (bitch) All feels, I bet on my self You can't tell, I'm feelin my self You ever got it out the ground yo self? Oh well I doubt I doubt it I doubt it I doubt it I doubt it I doubt it I doubt it I doubt From Letras Mania