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(Cxb know he go crazy) Man, this shit crazy I can't even go to sleep without my bible at the head of the bed, man (Nah, for real) Uh, drug lovin', late night, guns bustin' One hundred, straight thuggin', I love it Uh, keep it tight, gun huggin', no tusslin' Street life, married to the hood hustlin' (Spacy got that sauce, ho) My codefendant folded on me, I can't even trust myself He in there sick with no money, gettin' sicker in that cell I get that picture they don't love me, I'm feelin' like, "Nah, for real" My lil' nigga told me he hungry, all he know is rob and kill I swear, I swеar that the gang keep flowin', sippin' out a pint, a liter I swear, I swеar that the pain keep showin', but he never act like he hurt All these bodies on my conscience, huh? Crazy, catch him walkin' out a party, hop out, walk him down Baby, I got cheddar on my noggin, my revolver out Lasers, I got stretchers, I got coffins in my mama house They praise them all on Dida, I been thuggin' at my grandma house Bodies, I got plenty, they won't go away Top shotta, I got plenty, no way, José Plenty cases I done beat, who your lawyer? I'ma pay him Undefeated in the streets, I know they plottin' just to take him Ashes, ashes, wanna take my life Letras de cancionesI take a gamble every time I'm goin' up on 'em, woah Caskets, caskets, come and take a ride Before I let 'em catch me slippin', I'll do time in the hole Oh, you know it took me some time to figure out that they ain't gon' vouch for us for real They gon' vouch for a dollar bill But shit, we ballin', no, ain't no "I" in team It's an "E" though, and it's an "E" in "We," and also it's an "E" in "Fuck 'em" Father, they plan on takin' my soul Off in that water, they gotta know I'm wet Don't play, shoot straight, I'ma hit 'em with it Big 38, nigga know I keep a semi Got plenty money, known for whackin' niggas, you ain't fuckin' with me With this chrome, jack, 'til your death, I sleep myself, don't lay me down Pussy-ass boy, we smoked on him, to keep it real, he wasn't even strong They know that we poppin' shit, tell 'em all, "Make pain songs" When you weak, gon' get they top peeled, tell they mama they ain't goin' home Spin 'em all, fuck the industry because my money long Tryna put you straight to sleep, what type of time you on? Dead body, don't need a home Why? Bitch, 'cause they soul gone For years, they planned on zippin' me, for years, they been gettin' rolled on My codefendant folded on me, I can't even trust myself He in there sick with no money, gettin' sicker in that cell I get that picture they don't love me, I'm feelin' like, "Nah, for real" My lil' nigga told me he hungry, all he know is rob and kill I swear, I swear that the gang keep flowin', sippin' out a pint, a liter I swear, I swear that the pain keep showin', but he never act like he hurt From Letras Mania