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I got young skinny niggas, I got them young skinny niggas beating fat- Got them young skinny niggas, got them young skinny niggas Got them young skinny niggas I got them young skinny niggas beating fat shotties I got them young skinny niggas beating fat shotties Black girls with white money, white girls with black bodies I was 18 or 19, had OG's in the trap for me, spittin' crack Is that why bitches cat for me? He might fly, but I'm way cooler He said he's at the top, but I'm way taller She told you that she love you, you let bae fool ya? Can't wife no women, been with more rappers than a jeweler I bought a little .32 just for some fun on the block Bought all that corn and the cane, would never come on the cob My niggas never party, you know that they're huggin' the block So if you see them outside libertine they're coming to rock I flooded my block, I went to hattonds, flooded my watch My coke cook soo good, you'll never see nothin' run out the top Yeah, he's talkin' 'bout the chat, but he's a liar fam He said he's eating, but he must be on a diet clan How could they question the reason we ride? When none of us even really know, the reason to life When my mum seeing me think, she will try speech me and cry Then I'll start helpin' with the bills, then she turn legally blind Letras de canciones I'm tryna make it heaven, but I come from the hell I gotta big up the all single mums in the world Shout out Black's mum, 'cause all her three sons are in jail Well we can't break free, It's like we're under a spell I got them young skinny niggas beating fat shotties Black girls with white money, white girls with black bodies I was 18 or 19, had OG's in the trap for me, spittin' crack Is that why bitches cat for me? He might fly, but I'm way cooler He said he's at the top, but I'm way taller She told you that she love you, you let bae fool ya? Can't wife no women, been with more rappers than a jeweler My brother died, lookin' into sisters eyes, was feelin' her pain A few days later, called her phone and said that they're feelin the same Now I don't think it's tit for tat, my niggas killin' the game It's not a question, what I choose out of billion fame I don't write songs in English, they're written in pain Felt like I was slippin' away, rappin' 'bout them glittery chains When all of my niggas on the block hard, they're living the same I gotta go hard to all my dargs, who winnin' the same Yeah, them bruddas are broke, that's 'cause they've been chillin' for time All that weed smoke, have you ever thought 'bout billin' a line I swap trainers every time that I go visit with Stro He got more drip in his jail cell than half you niggas on road I'm tryna make it heaven, but I come from the hell I gotta big up the all single mums in the world Shout out Black's mum, 'cause all her three sons are in jail Well we can't break free, It's like we're under a spell From Letras Mania