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Alright let's do it one more time before we get the fuck outta here Ay, check it Hey, you know who this is Check it And it feels like a summertime barbeque Every time I go ’head and get lost with you Every time we in bed, it's a rendezvous Every lie we confess just to hide the truth Tryna hear what they whisper when we leave the room Tryna paint every picture they seem to assume So we take every issue that they got on lieu And let 'em know we so fly that we flew the coupe You know what they say, better take it slow Even though we both the type to say we seen it all Homie asking what it’s like to hear your voice recorded Turn around and hear him singing every single chord I tell him everything is everything, enjoy the ride He dropped his first album and he damn near cried Thought the money and the fame came next, that's why See the thing about numbers is they just can't lie I been at it all day, living off each phrase And I know it ain't much but it's mine to trade Every time I think back to the things we braved I feel proud that we're still surfing our own wave And when I look around, it's crazy this how quick things change Letras de cancionesEven though I'm still as hungry as I was first day Every single thing I said would happen all took place So I just got one thing to say Motherfuckers really out here, ay Yeah, I’m keeping on pace Motherfuckers really out here, baby Yeah, we keeping on pace And it goes One for the game, two for the fame Three for the dames, four for the hate Do it till you die One for the greats, two for the fakes Three for the saints, four for my faith Put ’em to the sky No time to waste, keep on your pace These are the days, love everywhere, you seem to make me smile Every time I'm with you, I be losing track of time Like I got a son in my house Like the motherfuckers out here Come on, come on, come on Feels like the first night I laid eyes on you Tried to front like you was hard with all that attitude Tried to tell me you was leaving just a dance or two But by the end of the night, I was passing through I got my homie number Seven, on the amplitude After losing couple legends to the avenues But I’ma save y'all the tears and the platitudes Long as you save me a beer and a plate of food I never said I was the greatest, just the glamour you Never said I was the best without a stat to prove Got a blemish in my arm well be I'm mad, I'm cool Plus I know it be hard forgetting how we act a fool Shit I be on keep you young, feeling brave new Ain’t tryna front for the cameras or the back view After you hear me, I stay on you like a tattoo So I just got one thing to say Motherfuckers really out here From Letras Mania