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Grrt, bow Goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, started on a corner (Up) Bently Truck, red guts, couple milliy up, could've been a goner (Up) I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain't no persona (Up) Richard Millie on my wrist, oh shit, nigga, you say what you wanna I was real from the start, still kinda hard, no love for informers Been a real nigga, still a real nigga, they think I'm a performer Focus on bettering my life (Yeah), ain't have no place on that corner (Not) They so, so mad (So, so mad), but I'ma keep goin' up Trap for a livin' (Trap), I was flippin' that pack for a livin' (Pack, pack) Who'd thought it be rap for a livin'? Back in the day I was packin' a Smith & (Grrt bow) Big on my mind, then pass it the vision Who put the block on the maddest potential? (Me) I ain't even finna act what it isn't I'm sturdy, gotta move with tactical decisions Broski really good at scorin', shootin' while it's pourin' He ain't good at passin' position Late night tryna catch an opp, hit him in his top Play it cool, get back to the business (Boom, boom, boom) Young nigga livin' the gang way Every nigga here with me the same way (Okay) Just a youngin', was playin' that corner Now I'm up and they all in my gangland Where I come from, them trenches we "Ooh" shit Letras de cancionesI don't care 'bout shit, bitch, I'm ruthless (Ruthless) Pourin' up, I ain't sippin' on Henny But I might just roll up the gelato to boost it (Boost it) Suckin' dick, bitch, I buy you a toothpick (Yeah) I can't argue with you 'cause I prove shit (Yeah) And that bag look like you on some fool shit (Fuck?) I might just pull a sting, no acoustic (Yeah) And my mama told me I'm a nuisance (Yeah, yeah) It cost a couple thousand to go stupid (Yeah) Show us a hundred thousand or you're stupid (Show) Straight from the bottom now that youngin too sick Came from the cards, now the shit sendin' duces I'm just a youngin nigga livin' life (Okay) They tryna figure me out like a Rubix (No) I be a pushin' nigga tryna fight (I said) They start duckin', duckin' like they gooses (Boom) Goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, started on a corner (Up) Bently Truck, red guts, couple milliy up, could've been a goner (Up) I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain't no persona (Up) Richard Millie on my wrist, oh shit, nigga, you say what you wanna (Boom) Goin' up, up, up, up, up, up, started on a corner (Up) Bently Truck, red guts, couple milliy up, could've been a goner (Up) I put on for my city, youngins wanna do it, this ain't no persona (Up) Richard Millie on my wrist, oh shit, nigga, you say what you wanna From Letras Mania