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Gave it to god but I ride with a rod I can tell he wanna be me but he trying too hard Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain’t smart Don’t nobody even trip they know it’s all a facade Say he stepper but he act like them broads Say he a spinner so we hit up they cars Can’t wait to catch em I’ma rip em apart Gave it to god but I ride with a rod You supposed to be my dawg then why the fuck you speaking on me Now I know you not my dawg because of what the fuck you showed me Niggas stabbed me in back then fake a smile right in face Like I’m not gon’ hear about it, people tell me everything You be moving like a snake and now ya belly getting cut up You be acting like a cousin but be quick to call me brudda Man this money and this fame got niggas talking with a stutter How you say you from the street but you get nervous in the gutter Don’t come my way, my way Don’t have the time today Tryna be a different man But I still love my old ways Gave it to god but I ride with a rod I can tell he wanna be me but he trying too hard Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain’t smart Letras de cancionesDon’t nobody even trip they know it’s all a facade Say he stepper but he act like them broads Say he a spinner so we hit up they cars Can’t wait to catch em I’ma rip em apart Gave it to god but I ride with a rod Niggas telling me I changed man I really can’t believe it They be quick to call me lame ‘cause the shit they not receiving Everybody got a dream, only come true if you ain’t sleeping Niggas quick to say they’re hungry, then tell you what they not eating I can never trust a soul and that goes for anyone Knew Georgie truckin’ with this awesome new bitch I got plenty guns Step on the scene with the fours black and white, bitch I got plenty ones Curb stomp a mothafucka, wipe the check off when I’m done Fat nigga with the hands, they a hunnid grand I would make ya jaw expand, do you hear me fam Hope they get it on the cam, put it on the gram I won’t use no wrestle moves, nigga fuck a slam Don’t come my way, my way Don’t have the time today Tryna be a different man But I still love my old ways Gave it to god but I ride with a rod I can tell he wanna be me but he trying too hard Speaking on my name, I can tell he ain’t smart Don’t nobody even trip they know it’s all a facade Say he stepper but he act like them broads Say he a spinner so we hit up they cars Can’t wait to catch em I’ma rip em apart Gave it to god but I ride with a rod From Letras Mania