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(Louey Beatz, ayy) (AY, let's go) First we was partners, then you traded, you a ho for that Everybody know how I'm built, I would've gave you the shirt up off my back Everybody know my heart, if I was low, I would've gave you my last Tried to put you on some cash, but you was lazy and just sat on your ass Thought you was my dog, but you had ran off with a couple bags Thought you was my ace, but you was talkin' shit behind my back Tried to show you love, but you was plottin' on me for some racks Even lent you money, I should kill you 'cause you ain't pay me back Can't be nice to niggas no more 'cause they might come take advantage Feel like it ain't too many real niggas left on this whole planet You should be ashamed if you a deadbeat I make sure that my kids eat before me Thought you was a real one, but I found out you a phony It ain't no gettin' out the Circle, nigga, this shit is for 4E How the fuck you showed more love to a random nigga than your own brother? I can't pick up the phone for you no more, I changed my phone number I wish it was different, but it ain't, that's just how life is When you get money, you get hate, it come from your own peers Crazy how they switch up one day and then they act weird Crazy how they bitch up one day, you should have no fear I'm in the stick shift today, I gotta switch gears I had to stay down to get these millions, it took a lot of years Letras de cancionesHe wanna go against us, we get him outta here When that pack touch down, we get 'em outta here, yeah Let you get a feature, it wasn't enough, you still wanted more I can't make a horse drink no water, nigga, get your own If you Circle, then I love you deeply, you like blood to me This shit right here way more than some rap, it's a family First we was partners, then you traded, you a ho for that Everybody know how I'm built, I would've gave you the shirt up off my back Everybody know my heart, if I was low, I would've gave you my last Tried to put you on some cash, but you was lazy and just sat on your ass Thought you was my dog, but you had ran off with a couple bags Thought you was my ace, but you was talkin' shit behind my back Tried to show you love, but you was plottin' on me for some racks Even lent you money, I should kill you 'cause you ain't pay me back From Letras Mania