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My mind made up Count that money, that's the only thing you save up Don't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up? Keep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out Yeah, yeah, my mind made up Count that money, that's the only thing you save up Don't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up? Keep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out Hear me? Yeah, fear is a system we all accustomed to Havin' faith, I ain't believe, 'cause I had nothin' new I was strugglin' makin' ends meet Thirty-four, nigga, and none of my friends speak I'm chasin' M's but hopefully them ends meet Had enough of the struggle, time to make it bubble Had to get up out my feelings, get it off the muscle Nobody givin' you shit, I had to grind 'Cause my presence, nigga, somethin' that's divine (Woo, woo) The Prezi on the left hand, the boy set precedents, damn The bezel and band dance like Elephant Man (Hahaha) They still tryna further their careers, but don't ever advance (Ah) Every time Machine drop a record, it mess with they plans BJ modified the AR, so the weapon enhanced (Brr, brr) Young boy got the switch on the pole, you get wet if you glance Damn, private table at the Hard Rock Letras de cancionesMachine bettin' seventy grand, and that's on every hand (Hahaha) My mind made up Count that money, that's the only thing you save up Don't got no paper in your pocket, how you laid up? Keep puttin' pussy over profit, boy, you played out, yeah, yeah Yo, yo, Goose, these niggas weird as hell, really be scared as hell Try to act gangster 'round some gangsters, but the real can tell (We can tell) Really took them road trips and stuff to wear with bells (Facts) Had to conceal the smell (Right), this DrumWork music now, but they still for sale The nine to four-five to your dome and they filled with shells (Brr) Either way, that's your ass, nigga, head or tails (Ah) The block bumpin', I'm just tryna clear the cell (Work) The work jumpin' out the water, like a killer whale We need a million grails (Woo) Yes, I will prevail, never will I fail, I ain't bitch or frail (Nah) Got dirt all up under my fingernails, boy, you Tinkerbell (Haha) These niggas mimic well (Right) You see my impact, it's off the Richter scale (Ah) Put a lot of ice on my watch, for all that time that I spent in jail (Ooh) Yeah, waitin' for the bro, tap in, that the work landed (Right) When that bass touch down, we call it Bo Jackson (Ooh) Never go at 'em, I ain't gon' spell it out (Nah), no closed caption (They know) Goin' against the whole camp, pray for the best, but still the worst happens (Drum) They know Heem the Soprano, baby chopper in the flannel (They know) Live on the Eastside, we put bodies on the channel You gon' lose, tryna gamble, know my goons too much to handle My homie rollin', tweakin', paint his face up, like he Rambo The pistol on the mantel (It's right there), you snitch, I can't stand you (Can't stand you) He talkin' like it's lit, so we blowin' out his candles I've been stackin' up on ammo (Stackin' up), paint the foreign camo (Skrrt) We customize the Glocks, it's tan Gucci on the handles Stash a birdie in the panel, servin' in my sandals The man behind the mask, like I'm young Rip Hamil Gotta play the cards they hand you, I wave it and they scramble One time, we killed a junkie, we was handin' out them samples You sturdy, then we stamp you (Stamp you), I told the shooters "Camp you" (Camp that nigga) You can die in broad day, so don't let them niggas amp you (Don't let them gas you up) This street life a scandal (Scandal), just play it how they playin' you (Plan) If you go out like a gangster, that's the life that God planned, nigga (They know) Ayo, ayy, Bums, I rose up, I. used to deal with scum (Uh-huh) Now when the money come from the label, that shit in lump sums (Cash) You older than me, but you still broke, so you my son's son (These niggas washed) Grown-up lil' nigga, sent to the store on a blunt run Crime, we did it all, we never called 911 (Never) Before I had my own, me and my homie shared one gun A shitty Hi-Point, now it's Rugers and SIG Sauers (Bah, bah) Stash cake in case I catch a case to pay for the lawyer That's your whore, I slit her off, 'cause she a daughter aura (Uh-huh) She open wide, like all the doors on the Ford Explorer (Haha) I hit it, then run off, like I'm baseball's leading scorer (Woo) Was sellin' balls and quarters, now I'm just rappin' with quarters When I go to work, this shit a body, like the fuckin' coroner My whip a foreigner, this the raw that they snortin' up My mind made up (Made up) From Letras Mania