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All I ever did was trust my faith Then I lost it all just to gain it back Lost my love, my hope painted it black That was my biggest sin and I still get flashbacks Cause I was not myself, unable to fix it all Gave away a part of me, made myself so small Realized that's not what I want Making you uncomfortable is not what haunts me anymore Watch me not dim my shine So bright all the insecurity's burning down I know it's hard sometimes, keep going Not giving your demons a safe space or a home anymore I got an AP, my brother got him a Patek And I copped different Rolies for all of my friends Spending my money as fast as I'm getting it back Hide your kids, hide your wife, we come to collect Reppin the set, live and direct! The demons are out, we put 'em on wax I see what y'all been doin', man we follow the tracks My momma a bear, her son out the trap The game in my palm, ain't breaking a sweat Hide the scars with tats I got on my flesh Take y'all out, stop running your mouth Letras de cancionesAsk around, the streets will vouch My name ring bells, my bros bring hell 30 deep like Adele I lost a homie to the streets Still ain't never called police Man, we handle it ourselves I lost a homie to the drugs Still ain't snitched on no one Still called nobody for help Ain't got a dad, I got my mama The ones who do not fuck with us got bad karma Today you got away, but at least we got your partner Been so much up in the streets, karma on the way Bad bitch in my hotel, I nutted in her face Put a bitch out, go separate ways I'm from the projects, I come out the lane Don't fuck with them nigga, what's hitting my face I don't fuck with the laws, man I'm tired of this case (bitch) Smoking on opps, I ain't smoking on gas He tried to run, we gon' get on his ass Oh silly ass nigga you play with that bag I'm coming to kill, put you ass in the back Pop me a perc, man I throw me a four What you gon' do when that money get low You know how I'm coming, I'm kicking the door This ice on a nigga, I'm colder than snow They need money, who you think they call on me Niggas fake, but I was blinded, couldn't see Rolling loud, was in New York, my momma see me on TV They be speaking on a kid but bitch I made it off the streets I lost a homie to the streets Still ain't never called police Man, we handle it ourselves I lost a homie to the drugs Still ain't snitched on no one Still called nobody for help Ain't got a dad, I got my mama The ones who do not fuck with us got bad karma Today you got away, but at least we got your partner From Letras Mania