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It's Porter You like when I'm in this bag? I don't wanna beef with none of you niggas I just wanna ball forever Facts They all ask how I rap and graduated, uh Some people infatuated I'm a man, I came up with a plan by myself On the 'Gram, they said big papi Porter feeling himself They said he was just a kid asking for dollars (Yeah) And now they see me sign, they think a million dollars But look how it look, time fly, niggas shook how they shook They talk down and say I move like a crook, huh In the streets, it's politics and I try not to get involved (Yeah) But for any altercation, I had that shit, done got solved (Facts) I done seen my niggas turn into haters, it left me scarred (Damn) Niggas was laughing when they thought Porter got robbed (Ha) I was up on every block, hundred deep, with the CGs (Yeah) We ain't turn CG until they killed king Chic' (Damn) Damn, brodie, Chic' was official (Facts) Look at my chain every day and I say, "Brodie, I miss you" Yeah, that's real shit Youngins on that corner end up traumatized Servin' fiends, ducking deeds, then they seein' homicides They act like it's normal Letras de cancionesNiggas push you to do bad, man, them niggas ain't for you They'll cross you for a dollar, man, them niggas ain't loyal Throw on my chains, step out the car, I see 'em mean muggin' Niggas tryna make moves that I already seen coming Feel like I'm the best of the best, I mastered chess (Yeah) Y'all playing checkers, y'all niggas ain't even threats (Facts) Saying I'm a G.O.A.T., that's an understatement (Yeah) They keep telling me to wait, I keep being patient (Yeah) I got money on my mind, but I'm tired of waitin' (I'm tired) I keep grindin' through that mud, you see the time it's taking? Yeah Shit amazing I went from rags to rich From the projects to penthouse I'm a king, I'ma live like one Let's do it From Letras Mania