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(Sool, we got one, nigga) Still don't care about my attitude 'cause my racks large I'm just tryna put another foreign in my backyard Man, I know that nigga pussy, he just act hard Trust me, you don't wanna see them boys in all-black Hop out the whip and turn a shooter to a track star I'm from where they hustle, kill niggas, and they crack cars Keep a pistol on me, it's too soon to spit my last bars I know some niggas who left early but they had heart White folks starin' like I don't belong What about them nights I had to suffer? Like they tryna make me feel insecure about my color Ever since I made a play, been to educate my brothers Heaven ain't the only way we can escape up out the gutter And I been through so much that I be hard to say I love her Poppin' all that ecstasy, I'm still trying to recover War ready, I got lethal weapons like I'm Danny Glover Designer match my racks, yeah, I'm one stuntin' motherfucker I'm getting money but still hurting, that's why I'm bipolar I never gave up on my team, put 'em on my shoulders Got PTSD from that battlefield, I'm a soldier In section 8, was going through it, and them nights got colder Still don't care about my attitude 'cause my racks large Letras de cancionesI'm just tryna put another foreign in my backyard Man, I know that nigga pussy, he just act hard Trust me, you don't wanna see them boys in all-black Hop out the whip and turn a shooter to a track star I'm from where they hustle, kill niggas, and they crack cars Keep a pistol on me, it's too soon to spit my last bars I know some niggas who left early but they had heart Call up the plug just to help me with my challenges Keep tryna fight off all this depression that I'm battling Stressing while I'm dreaming, I keep getting sleep paralysis G.O.A.T.-ed like I'm Pac, go from a gangster to an activist All this medication, shit might leave me on dialysis Keep my hand firm on this grip, this how we handle shit Got me sipping D'USSÉ, it hurt to see them candles lit Screaming, "Fuck the system," swear I'm missin' all my challenges I was brought up on that block but I hopped off the porch late You would think it's basketball season all these court dates V12 engine, push-to-start, make the floors shake Hit bad bitches in my top ten like a sports play Still don't care about my attitude 'cause my racks large I'm just tryna put another foreign in my backyard Man, I know that nigga pussy, he just act hard Trust me, you don't wanna see them boys in all-black Hop out the whip and turn a shooter to a track star I'm from where they hustle, kill niggas, and they crack cars Keep a pistol on me, it's too soon to spit my last bars I know some niggas who left early but they had heart From Letras Mania