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This shit sound crazy Oh Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don't get boring, ayy And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, ayy We was just in the field like we playin' baseball, ayy On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, ayy Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon In the tinted whip with a big Draco, an AR I was poppin' a whole lotta Xanny pills for the anger I know the opps was sendin' them shots, but nigga, your aim off They turned me to a lil' savage, nigga, I blame y'all You know I grip on this ratchet, tool can get flamed off All of my lil' niggas slide, and boy, you in danger She give me top while I'm driving, I'm in a ranger Most of these bitches be actin', they showing fake love Shut up, nigga, listen, I paint vivid pictures Niggas looking at me different, I can feel attention We was like fifteen totin' blicks and gettin' suspended Way too focused on gettin' this money, bitch, I'm out here gettin' it Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning Letras de cancionesIf you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don't get boring, ayy And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, ayy We was just in the field like we playin' baseball, ayy On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, ayy Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon Stick on me, no eight ball These fuck niggas, they play hard Not a by-hitter had to work a day job I don't see niggas like Ray Charles I was, um, kicked out of school Young nigga clutchin' on the tools But I ain't have a clue to know what to do Bitch, I go to school where my brothers shoot And I'm seventeen and I'm feeling used Hurt my fucking heart, I put you on the news Before I self-destruct, bitch, I'ma bust one of these tools I been scarred my whole damn life, bitch, you can probably see the proof Now I got back on my shit, I had a lot of shit to prove, yeah Load up the clip, put one in the head, I had to show how we livin' It ain't my fault, we from the hood so we was raised around killin' My heart been broken for a minute, ain't no need for the healin' Zeze, he really in these streets, he find this street shit appealing Look up to my fallen soldiers every morning If you knew what I did in these streets you wouldn't adore me Spend a hundred racks on Mike Amiri jeans, it don't get boring, ayy And I made it out them trenches, I got war stories, ayy We was just in the field like we playin' baseball, ayy On the block with a big Glock and an eight ball, ayy Mama mad, she just want me to get a day job With a mask on and my hoodie up like Trayvon From Letras Mania