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He's got a Rollie on, he's talking bout a house on his wrist That's a house, it must be one room and out of the bits We're some trap boys, turning straight drop into hard Make that coke bubble like there's Radox in the jar They was raiding my cell, I was raised in the Hell He was fucking with the other side, I'll stain him as well They don't ask how I feel G, that's crazy as well They're either asking if it's true or for favours and help They wanna see me lose but every day I prevail Bеfore I snitch on my goons you can take me to jail Nah I don't do nothing basic, lеft them days up in Felts Everybody gotta face it, I ain't taking no L's No more wondering what's next or stressing it now No more hand-to-hand sales, no more pressing the white But my block's like my ex-girl, the best of the times I love them both but can't be there for the rest of my life Don't cry, don't feel sorry for the guys My youngun don't shoot, he put bodies on his nine My girl know it's hard, I'm sorry but I try My life changed fast, heard you worried all the time And it's them same hoes that never had no time of day That be the same one's that's telling me it's time to play I'm wasting time in jail, I ain't got no time for games You know that feeling when you can't leave but time escapes? Letras de cancionesLost a .44 long, now I'm copping a Smithon I was left back wrong but now it's proper positions Where I'm from you've gotta turn them sorrows to living I've got money and it turned the word borrow to giving Think twice about popping my chain Cause if it's not you, your friend's gonna drop in exchange Feds found fifty racks when they were stopping my Range I told them "Officer, that shit up in my pocket is change" Better stop with the games I'm getting double that to hop on the stage Or you can triple that I'm making money like them niggas kicking ball But I'm kicking back, spitting raps, flipping packs Chasing this bag, there's no way I can miss a rack I like this life but it's hard to be me I've gotta switch the whip and keep the tint darker than C Still up on the ends bro, it's hard just to leave I never cried when bro died but it was hard just to sleep Don't cry, don't feel sorry for the guys My youngun don't shoot, he put bodies on his nine My girl know it's hard, I'm sorry but I try My life changed fast, heard you worried all the time And it's them same hoes that never had no time of day That be the same one's that's telling me it's time to play I'm wasting time in jail, I ain't got no time for games You know that feeling when you can't leave but time escapes? I've seen time escape, in jail it happens any time of day You know bout when your body's sleeping but your mind's awake? In case a nigga tries to creep in when you're sleeping They don't even do it now, them niggas sleeping just for speaking They don't give a fuck bout the stuff that I did All that matters is I'm up, now they're sucking my dick I got nicked for a shooting that happened on - I weren't even in the country, I just - Yo I'm driving in this foreign, came from back of the whips Opp block setting, jump out, we're slapping it quick You ain't never touched an opp but you're slapping your chick My trap's twenties, no tens, like a packet of cigs Never thought one day that I'd be actually rich Yo I'm so far from it but I'm patterning it It's just a matter of time, B109 slapping the nine Bullets in your front shatter your spine Don't cry, don't feel sorry for the guys My youngun don't shoot, he put bodies on his nine My girl know it's hard, I'm sorry but I try My life changed fast, heard you worried all the time And it's them same hoes that never had no time of day That be the same one's that's telling me it's time to play I'm wasting time in jail, I ain't got no time for games You know that feeling when you can't leave but time escapes? From Letras Mania