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Who Made This Beat? Twysted Genius, Baby Scalez Ran into some dead ends Rerouted made away Tennis chain, ring, watch Light booming ice today Street nigga from the M That's where you gotta keep a K It don't matter, Killers killing killers Ain't nobody safe, bullets don't discriminate Just had to remind you No matter how you try to dodge The bullshit it come find you Tryna put me in the middle Cause my niggas robbed you Told you not to fuck with him But you act like you had to Pink slips, 8 whips ain't none of them rented Bitch I'm having money now So talk to me different Run the hunnids through the money counter Before we deposit it Life good, bitch bad, everything exotic Letras de cancionesI'm cool with waiting a lil longer For something I deserve The streets ain't for everybody That's why they made the curb Be clumsy talking bout Elo I'm tripping over words It was Super Bowl night Wish he ain't make serve Have you ever got that phone call That made ya heart drop Problems every time you turn around You live a hard knock Free my niggas, heard the feds caught him Picking up a box Numbers switches on the glizzy It came with the bump stop I went back to wear I grew up and I bought the residence They come for me but I can't let them get me out my element It's easy building up a name but Can you keep it relevant Play on my name You see more choppas than veterans, homie And I said what I said won't beat around the bush Paint yo block my favorite color red Now you a pound of Kush I could put my hands in my pocket Errbody with me pulling These Cartier's remind me Of the days when I was overlooked Fuck up after fuck up day by day Now I'm having my way Reason you can't get yo own steak Cause you keep watching my plate I been laying low Playing slow Stacking change Made it through the rain Can you feel a Gangsta pain? Made it through the rain Can you feel a gangsta pain? The streets ain't for everybody That's why they made the curb Ran into some dead ends Rerouted made away From Letras Mania