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(Back with my people) Uh Yo, yo, yeah Uh, uh, yeah, yeah You be with the boys and I'ma be with the dawgs Blood on the Travies, it serve as a challenge coin I'm the voice, I had to speak for the org, pastor, preacher Smashed up weed on the organ, master teachings Actually couldn't hold me (Who's gonna stop me?) I was hungry Mama made her son read, so I'm hunting glances 'til the peak That still didn't feed me I had to get a feel for the whole thing Peek in the orbs, speak on what I absorb Reserved boundariеs, I found a different route to еxplore and run around deep I told you 'bout the reaching, you found out and screamed, that sound to me like a loss I had a bad bout with grief and I tossed a match on it Kerosene, burned the ring down to ashes And memories, feather feet behind And ahead of the beat, throwing 'em off Arriving in the nick of time These niggas nickel and diming I'm giving 'em five and sliding, my way up the street Pretty penny, you my luckiest find, skin copper Letras de cancionesTitties bouncing, save a generous slice for me Please (I need a piece of this, about this small) Please, save a generous slice for me Change jingling in my pocket These niggas nickel and diming I'm giving 'em five, pretty penny, you my luckiest find, skin copper Titties bouncing, save a generous slice for me (Please, please, please, please) From Letras Mania