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Oh I don't know what's wrong, but I know somethin' I'm doin' just ain't right Told my niggas, "Be patient, just hang tight" Head up through them hard times, this come with the gang life I really had to work for the shit I want Had to grind for the shit I need I done made it out them trenches, don't know why they hate on me, yeah I don't know why they hate on me Police hit my house, yeah, they did that raid on me They was tryna catch me slippin' with that thing on me (Ha) They should've known it was in that safe, homie Poker face, you know I got that spade on me (Poker face) You niggas be buggin', I got that Raid on me Paranoid touchin', they might change on me But all the goons, that's how I deal with the fame, homie, yeah homie I don't know why you like fuckin' up my high, I I sent a kilo back to back just to get by, I I feel these niggas hatin' on me, slime Tell Lil Gotit pull up right the fuck now Big steaks when we eatin', child She suck a dick and then she bow Got me like, wow, wow Stream numbers keep on goin' up, could've fell Letras de cancionesGod on my side, I know he here to stay But nowadays, I gotta keep my pistol anyway I don't know what's wrong, but I know somethin' I'm doin' just ain't right Told my niggas, "Be patient, just hang tight" Head up through them hard times, this come with the gang life I really had to work for the shit I want (Work for the shit I want) Had to grind for the shit I need (Had to grind for the shit I need) I done made it out them trenches, don't know why they hate on me, yeah Gotta ride solo I ride bulletproof, I ride low pro' If I ain't strapped up, it's a no-go Outside peanut butter, inside coco (Uh-oh) My day ones ain't day ones no more I gotta keep my distance for sure I can't trust a motherfuckin' soul I'm ten toes down in my sole If he ridin', then we ridin' and we with it My day one, please don't change, stay committed Just give me some time and it's gon' make sense my nigga 'Cause I wanna trust you 'Cause I love you 'Cause I'll be first one to shoot You tried to play me, though, now it's fuck you I don't know what's wrong, but I know somethin' I'm doin' just ain't right Told my niggas, "Be patient, just hang tight" Head up through them hard times, this come with the gang life I really had to work for the shit I want (Work for the shit I want) Had to grind for the shit I need (Had to grind for the shit I need) I done made it out them trenches, don't know why they hate on me, yeah From Letras Mania