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(Jish on the track) (Damn, Deeboy, you sauced up) Bet it all on me, got a Glock on me, I got my bread up I'm so elite, deep in these streets, I held my head up My friends you see, shit's all on me, some of 'em went fed, yeah They took my nine, I did my time, but I'm still here, yeah Swervin' in a fast car, I left 'em in my past, yeah I was at my last, oh, took my chance and blast off I can never fall off, sales still in my call log Get a pound and get 'em all off, this pain gon' make me ball hard I was tryna push a pack on a one-way Told my niggas we was gonna do it one day Wasn't invitin' a pack in a Sunday And I ran up all my money, it was fun, ayy All these bitches love my swag and my feng shui I could make a whole dub off one play I'm connected with the plug, I can't wait to make it flood I can get it out the mud, I done made it sellin' drugs And my niggas gon' kill, they gon' do it out of love And I'm still in the field, got a deal, got a buzz And my neck on chill and my wrist on flood Gave the streets my all, my tears, my blood Some niggas gon' kill for me just 'cause They done watched me run it up Letras de cancionesFinally made it out of the trenches, thought I was stuck I done turned them rags into riches, them racks were tucked We gon' fuck the baddest lil' bitches, them hoes gon' fuck You didn't hold me down from beginning, forever stuck Now we rock Amiri F jeans, them pockets stuffed Bet it all on me, got a Glock on me, I got my bread up I'm so elite, deep in these streets, I held my head up My friends you see, shit's all on me, some of 'em went fed, yeah They took my nine, I did my time, but I'm still here, yeah Swervin' in a fast car, I left 'em in my past, yeah I was at my last, oh, took my chance and blast off I can never fall off, sales still in my call log Get a pound and get 'em all off, this pain gon' make me ball hard From Letras Mania