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Ooh-uh, woah, uh-uh Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My grip, I can't get a hold of it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I go to sleep with a loaded clip I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang I go to war about my gang I go to war about my gang I go to— Look, I'm bipolar, my girl is bisexual She eat that pussy like vegetables, hmm I get brain, intellectual, everyday I put "get high" on the schedule I freak your letters, am I freaking exes? I don't know why they keep on sleeping on me zzz I am the greatest, it is not even in this industry got ADHD If we being honest, the only reason why I am smiling Is because my teeth got its diamonds I used to be silent, I've been up at night with my pyjamas As a kid, I grew up on violence I've been to war, what do you know about it I got the star of the show Letras de cancionesI got the fleece that'll cover the piece when it's dinner time I'm in a war in my head a lot I'ma take more even though, It's been clouding my head a lot I saw the bro, layed with crows all around him And that means he's not coming home I am a Taurus but not with the bullshit Mix the orange soda with the actavis It got me hooked just like the courses I'm responsible for all this traffic And I ride a Mustang not the horses Got a twin with me like Minneapolis How did I end up on the Forbes List? I'm from Cleveland we don't make it out of here Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My grip, I can't get a hold of it Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I go to sleep with a loaded clip I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang I go to war about my gang I go to war about my gang I go to— Mhm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I go to sleep with a loaded clip Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah My grip, I can't get the hold of it This my fucking town, I get high if I want to 'Cause my fucking town, I know friends to say bye to Ay, down here walking, vvs And my diamond they gliter on my chest Ain't know this shit straight up off the dome Got a couple bros never coming home Put a milli' on my motherfucking rich Every diamond on me motherfucking blessed And I'm really with the motherfucking shits Run up on me, I'ma empty out this clip And they just trying And they just try lock a nigga up Lotta pushing nigga acting like they talk When I see them in person, it's a bluff And I live for this shit I'ma hop off rush In the jungle, I remember had the flush I remember I had that contraband Came home, now, a motherfucking man I've been getting some motherfucking band Pop a nigga like a motherfucking xan I don't give a motherfucking fan They know I go motherfucking hand But I don't get a [?] I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang I go to war, I go to war, I go to war about my gang I go to war about my gang I go to war about my gang I go to— From Letras Mania