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The almighty (Griselda) Uh The Butcher comin', nigga Let's go Uh I'm black royalty (Royalty) With black lawyers, I ate off the black market, so good luck blackballing in me The ghost of 'Chine Gun Black hauntin' me I feel like I'm nuts 'cause every time I count up, them racks talk to me (Them racks talk to me) And I just got a batch off of me (I did) So the feds won't back off of me Took what the trap offered me (I did) Uh-uh, I don't got no gimmicks, you can feel the pain Blood on the money when I get it, but it spend the same This one for the family (Duffel bags) I gambled like Vegas and drove with my life saving in the trunk of a Camry If you never played with a fork, can't understand me All my niggas stood tall in New York like Marcus Camby My aunt a Christian prayer, but I'm a distant player That's with the hoes, but in the kitchen, I'm a difference maker Nigga, my fingertips stick to paper (Stick to paper) It's never enough 'cause half of it's gone before I get the paper Let's go Letras de cancionesUh This street gospel right here, nigga You feel me? I been had a strap I got my first gun when I was fourteen years old I got it from Conway Shit a true story, I can't make this shit up, my nigga (Can't make this shit up) I can't make this shit up (I can't make this shit up, nigga) The Butcher's coming, nigga (Ah) Yeah They gave me obstacles and they prayed I fell I'm the one who front the hustlers whatever they could sell (What you need?) Even if you feed 'em trust, they'll tell Nigga, I'm bagging up a brick while I play Adele Balenciaga space kicks You know the ones with no laces? Been tied everywhere like Jay Prince This for my niggas in the state pen' Been down since '08 with a case so weak, it don't make sense Get caught in that system They treat you like a victim They slaves, I made crizz in places you'd get a brick from For that, federales and fans both want my picture When the other side hit up my nigga, I cried a river (It's on sight now) Tougher than niggas that y'all call brave (What else?) Standing over the stove wearing all our chains (Uh) You my know MO is all raw 'caine So many ballers in my trap, look like the all-star game Let's go, uh Like I said I'm ready whenever y'all niggas ready, man Blood on the money And blood on the wall Blood everywhere, man, y'all niggas can't fuck with me Brrt Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot Ah From Letras Mania