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Yeah Fuck how you feelin', I'm feelin' great Only pray for the real, hope they kill the fake How he come from the bottom [?] I just walked through the back and I'm feelin' safe Gotta smoke 'cause these women be stressin' me All the talkin' ain't never offendin' me Makin' [?] roll up like the pedigree They be wishin' it was 'em instead of me Fuck you want me to do? Bitch, I work it To be gifted, you live with a curse for it Problems I can't got to church for So I don't got time for no hurt, ho But I carry the team, I got backpacks City boys, you wan' fuck up the accent Makin' candy, put sweet in my black pain And this [?] it don't got no gas tank Too many shooters Racks in the shoe box Gotta make two stops I got some new opps Out in the nighttime I want the blue dot Out on the Westside Letras de cancionesFeel like the new Pac Fucked the bitch, got the burner on me Think I see the police in my backyard Muhfuckers, be lurkin' on me Brand new spot on these niggas when the cash grow Brand new spot and I stepped on the gas, ho Twenty O for the merch in a good week It gon' fuck with your head but we don't speak From Letras Mania