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We was out here gangbangin' Now I'm posted on the block, my chain swingin' Oh to be young and dumb Don't believe in 1 on 1's 30 clip the AR and we love them drums From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun My homie died, heard his momma cry, R.I.P. to her son Wasn't on point, he ain't be alive, he ain't get to run Livin' everyday hopin' we survive, this the life of the slum In that black hearse took his last ride, in the dirt now he done So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb Pay attention to detail, made a million off my e-mail Out in Malibu, steppin' on seashells But it could be a Glock .23 shell Was stuck in the hood but I prevailed Where I come from, we don't see Yale Block baby, I'm a trap scholar I really studied them streets well Eyeball the work, we don't need scales I got baking soda on resale He'll do anything not to see jail No respect if he act like a female He really a bitch, uh, I gave my glizzy a switch Four seconds, we empty a stick Letras de cancionesBro just like Curry, he really don't miss Oh to be young and dumb Don't believe in 1 on 1's 30 clip the AR and we love them drums From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun My homie died, heard his momma cry, R.I.P. to her son Wasn't on point, he ain't be alive, he ain't get to run Livin' everyday hopin' we survive, it's the life of the slum In that black hearse took his last ride, in the dirt now he done So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb Society got too many distractions Every problem don't need a reaction Toughest niggas, they be in the past tense Even though kept his heat, he was lackin' Lost his homie, he seen this shit happen Knee deep in that beef, it was crackin' All this trauma increasin' the damage Hot shit with 'em demons attractin' This shit'll leave you writin' love letters from a county cell How you fight in your sleep, 'cause you haunted from soul odors, that everybody smell Face to face with the devil and he got control on him 'cause he know him well He just hopin' the Lord gon' give him another chance before he go to hell Oh to be young and dumb Don't believe in 1 on 1's 30 clip the AR and we love them drums From where niggas die, gotta be smart and keep you a gun My homie died, heard his momma cry, R.I.P. to her son Wasn't on point, he ain't be alive, he ain't get to run Livin' everyday hopin' we survive, it's the life of the slum In that black hearse took his last ride, in the dirt now he done So much goin' on, I can't feel a thing, I think that I'm numb From Letras Mania