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(It's a Menace beat, boy) My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease Remember them sayin', "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (Yeah) From where they say they'll see you later, then they die Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry "Hey, sir", "How you doin', young man?" "It was somethin' kept tellin' me for to come talk to you" And it seem like that it's somethin' ain't goin' right Hitta' smooth out my brother I miss my cousin nigga, I slept in a bed with 'em I'm missin' dead niggas, 'cause you know I ran with 'em I keep my fam' with me, 'cause you know I don't fuck with niggas Mr. Steal-His-Bitch, poppin' drugs, takin' gasoline And my wrist game too proper, call it Harvard on a nigga, yeah Wit' Lil Jordan tryna steal a forty, now my nigga dead Fucked up, but still drive Ferrari on a bad day I hope that she can comprehend me My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease Letras de cancionesRemember them sayin', "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (Yeah) From where they say they'll see you later, then they die Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry In the trenches, probably where I feel the safest at We've been broke up for a minute baby, take me back I'm too loaded out my mental, ain't no shakin' back Two extensions in my rental, if he eighty racks High speed in the Banshee I done been to ten this week and that's a damn shame Try to keep my mama off the street, but she so damaged It's like my heart done skipped a beat, 'cause I'm so damaged (Mmm) I'm traumatized from homicides, new murder one, be the victim Jumped off the porch at grandma house, she throw up C's my nigga They got my dawg on house arrest, don't wanna see beat the system I'm steady thinkin' I'm gon' die, that's why I sleep with my pistol My Lord, got a better understandin', I'm not young no more From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease Remember them sayin' "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (Yeah) From where they say they'll see you later, then they die Losin' my mind, I don't wanna let 'em see me cry, oh, no Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry From Letras Mania