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We ain't them bad guys they say that we are A lot of bruddas want my shoes, they'll never make it this far I see snakes in the grass but I'm a lion in this ting He was talking hard and now his mum's crying in this ting Yo I've been smoking weed till I feel them feelings go A lot of people round me so why do I still feel alone? I ran my money up so high, these days I can't keep it low I used to see right through the lies, now I don't even know I'm hearing all them rappers saying "Stay down till you make it" And preaching silly shit like "Grind till you shine" But in reality most people in life been grinding for time And life don't ever improvе, it's like we grind to survive My first dеal was for half a mill, at the time that was fine But next time I need a tan when I go sign on the line What you been doing for your hands? Cause I'm providing for mine The same man that used to plug me, I'm consigning a nine I've been thinking bout Saint-Tropez, the third of July Story of my life, you speak and I ain't heard of the guy Yo them man there think bout hoes when I've got murder on mine Free Melo, free B.A., they're my surgical guys Now I don't care about the old days, who was running the ends Cause they ain't do it like we done it man, them bruddas pretend If you're disrespect, we're coming, facts, it doesn't depend I buss my neck down, my wrist down and flooded the ends Joe just bought a full pack, I bet he's coming again Them man got plain Rollies, these days that's nothing to Fred Letras de cancionesEvery six months I pay a Rollie cover in rent I done a grow view, got nicked for it then done one again They wanna talk but there's nothing I can say to them Why they call him Gucci when his funeral at H&M? Capping on the net, that's some typical guys Man can trill you on the streets or with these lyrics of mine It was big fat racks a brudda had in my dreams But I didn't know where to find 'em, like my dad in my teens Yeah we all suffer from suttin round here, don't happen to sneeze Man got sick of being broke and called that trapping disease Yeah I've got girls flying from L.A., they're packing for weeks Ten hour trips to fly across the world and go back on their knees Had the plain Rollie yesterday, I'm back on the freeze Bro's on his last three, going for Category D Life sentence, that's Category A We never had shit back in the day but still miss back in the day Girl you like me or you like me cause the fact that I'm paid? I used to know but now I can't cause all these racks in the way Nah we ain't the same if you've been slapped in your face All that funny shit with feds to avoid catching a case You know it's war on the road, a man got clipped down and - Corn in his neck, that was awfully close They see what I do, they go copy after Got my younger shaving heads, guess he's a proper barber Heat the nine up in the water then it's locking faster Fredo stay with them bits, I'm like some Tropicana They've been tryna drill me out but tell them niggas to stop Cause I don't reply to no drillers that ain't killing their opps Blaze niggas up, know we do that for sure Shoot up the car like he's 2Pac Shakur From Letras Mania