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Who shot you? I don't know, they got you Way this shit going, man, it probably was your partner And it hurt my soul when I don't be talking to my daughters Free Big Meech, they gave him five plus a quarter He ain't never tell, he got pride, that's his morals Can't bump into them niggas, I can never keep it cordial I support my brothers, put they music in my story (AyeTM) Grew up with no cable It's so crazy 'cause I bumped into a label, got some money from a label They gon' rob until they stable And if it's for my brother, ain't no favor, yeah Gotta watch them niggas, they confusing They gon' turn they back on you, they find out that you losin' Watch the police on the Waze app, that's why I be cruisin' R.I.P. to Nunu, put his face on a Cuban, yeah If they don't support you Niggas ain't for you Niggas ain't loyal Niggas don't love you They'll take you You ain't a snake but they'll make you I hate a nigga who ungrateful Been in the streets for so long, I can tell you who play cool Letras de cancionesHe ain't a shooter, he ain't shot shit And he ain't rich 'cause he ain't got shit At least keep a Kel-Tec in your pocket And I knew it was lit when Rondo had a rocket I'm recording in the Wraith room I got a freaky lil' bitch, she play with grapefruit She a lil' eater lil' bitch, she drinking Grey Goose We do the dash on the E-way, gotta watch out for the state troops In Boston, damn near fell out off them pills, huh You call them niggas your brothers, they ain't real, huh Your first time in the shootout gave you chills, huh? Knew it was real when he lost his appeal, huh You can't wake up and rob, that's a skill, huh You can't wake up and kill, that's a skill, huh Rich niggas come around her and steal her Come around her and steal her If they don't support you Niggas ain't for you Niggas ain't loyal Niggas don't love you They'll take you You ain't a snake but they'll make you I hate a nigga who ungrateful Been in the streets for so long, I can tell you who play cool From Letras Mania