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Uh Keep talking that talk till' we catch you out there and (tent?) your legs I put all my focus on a new way to (?) There ain't enough accolades to cover the shit we did (?) but I'm disinterested When it comes to rated R shit, I'm double and back like Mr. Big Worry bout family ties 'cause my cousin 'll smack you with the SIG Stumbling backwards, split yo wig Humble (?) I don't even know who the fuck you are, let alone what your business is Party (?) and Cartier glares, ricochet shots and break spears My sons' is dissing me, mad as hell when (?) I trump these niggas, (?) Apply thе pressure, shake peers Facеd on my fears, seeing my nickname on the marquee, great years Ears to the slower life, two to three kids, a home, a wife Stabled in, if I roll the dice, grounded growling its (cultured ice?) Living in danger most my life Could've just stopped, I chose my vice Putting this work to make sure I'm buried in ice You cross the line, my nigga, none of that shit will be forgiven Take opinions wit' ya, don't ever question how we livin' Owe it to the dead, and all of my niggas in the prison This is infrared, right on the target take it in lead I need my kids to live fly Letras de cancionesI'm not just trying to get by You violate, meet your fate Me and this nine on my side Nobodies hot and whenever you come around, we outside Let a nigga take one of ours, it's only right we drop five Uh The name will always hold weight, I'll leave it to little (?) You bitch, I'm killing this for you - diss me, do your due diligence Industry playing experiments, Damn I wish you were still (?) Started for 20 years, on the average they (?) Calling you find the realest stinge, Ive been the shit I'm still convinced, (my parentship?), dismember shit I've been feeding this game since I entered it Back, since you mentioned it Wondering, where the tension went Niggas fucking up the draft class, magazine full of trash bags Smoking and drinking 'till it made me ill Praying for god to take the will My rhyme is exceptional, so my neighbors chill Be cool your honor, I'm moving commas, excuse your partner A true provider, in blue gabbana, the coups designer My pools piranha, I lose the drama and pull the (comma?) Theres never a question on who's the rider, with (?) Life is a bitch, will makes excuses out her, persevere Piece of cake when your purposes clear Second time I've been cursed this year You cross the line, my nigga, none of that shit will be forgiven Take opinions wit' ya, don't ever question how we livin' Owe it to the dead, and all of my niggas in the prison This is infrared, right on the target take it in lead I need my kids to live fly I'm not just trying to get by You violate, meet your fate Me and this nine on my side Nobodies hot and whenever you come around, we outside Let a nigga take one of ours, it's only right we drop five From Letras Mania