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Rest in peace to Georgio Tyson Rest in peace to Demetre Tyson Billy Mchullun Reon Buckly Ahmed Abdullahi, my niggas RIP my guy Woo (Woo) All them steppers gonna slide for you (Slide) I'm just sittin' down really wonderin' how many's gonna die for you (Die) Swear I love this life and hate this life at the same time Just look at everything we have to sacrifice to keep it real in this active life 'Cause life's a test Some people live at night, some others, life's a mess My life was a mess, so I cheated in my test, and now my life's the best At seventeen, we bought them first burners and gave them knives a rest Now they say kill them with success, but ask them guys, my nine's the best You should know just what these hoes are like (Know) I got everything and still know I ain't the only guy You ain't got shit and think that she ain't told you lies You're a fuckin' fool, we all want money, some chase it, some don't even try And got the cheek to look at me and wonder how I'm speedin' by All this pain I got, I need to cry (Cry) Instead, I hold it deep inside And only get to release the relief when other people grieve and die I need to try stay away from how I roll and get some peace of mind But them kis are mine, give me seven and a half and I'll release a nine Letras de cancionesIf I forgot to mention, now, it's a million chillin' in my watch collection Never had no watch I got insured, my G is Glock protected You wouldn't understand what I'm talkin' 'bout 'cause you're not respected I got neglected 'til I got money, then that got reflected I been rappin', but my realest niggas know and they don't forget All the times I risked it right there, ridin', leavin' pussies all soakin' wet With no regret (No regret) It's how I stay with killers and robbers and I hold respect and my froze Patek You can't be a boss 'cause you never been a soldier yet Them boys are hittin' gym, but broke, them boys ain't got no common sense That back and bice', but your trap insides, that shit ain't got a pence I'm a skinny nigga, but on my sides, I got a lot of spots that's hench You never trap to set them tracks, your only spot was on the bench They knew that it was trap money when I was buyin' Loubs Five thousand on two pairs, it's like I'm in there buyin' boobs No, I don't try the shoes, I drop the P's and leave and buy the shoes Now I'm a size ten, but I bought more fuckin' nines than I can use I got them kind of drugs you'll walk in and you'll never find in boots But if you hit my youts or hit my blocks, that's what everyone's tryna move And by the time I drop this song, I bet we got the drop on Don And got him gone 'cause it's not a game, we're not the ones you wanna pain So fuck what you heard, I'll die 'fore I let a brother bump me My life used to be another trap, another junkie Now it's another watch, another holiday, another pumpy Rappers diss me, but they're hidin' in other cities and other countries I'm on these blocks, don't be actin' silly Two niggas just got clapped in Killy But no one's packed, I bet my niggas spin back like all my straps are dizzy Them nines clap, left a pussy on his back flap like, "Nigga, that's for Billy" Another one got cancelled too like, "Nigga, that's for Woo" Like, nigga, that's for you Like, nigga, that's for Woo From Letras Mania