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(Dmac on the fuckin' track) Ayy, I still be in the trenches for my grandma Still shootin' craps, still takin' care of my mama (Tuned up) Bring my niggas back, I got two hundred on your honor Get these bitches whacked, I got another one, not no nanas So I ain't, nah, bitch, for real Know we blitz for real Cuzzo tote a bitch for real All the way, can't give a deal Out to a nigga who really mobbin' I see that bitch, might rob her I'm trippin', I got a problem My bitches all know I'm solid Get that pint, I might re-rock it From drank down to them Roxies Lil cuh know 'bout them homis, but gon' take it to the grave I ain't never gave 'em no names All I know, forever I'm bangin' How thе fuck you leave me hangin'? You thе reason I got famous You see cuz, you better paint 'em (Yeah) All this money got me anxious (Yeah) Bitch, all this money got me— (Anxious, yeah) Opps think I'm lettin' up, finally I'm blockin' from they page Letras de cancionesHood hero like Luke Cage, I'm just glad I ducked them raids I send opps to outer space, I send packs to other states I had money before fame, don't get killed tryna catch no face Niggas sayin' names, they know me and gang don't play no games Cost a hundred K, hope this lawyer beat my brother case Set the city to flames, bright so I told Hutch to tint my frames I ain't switchin' lanes, gangster 'til they put me in my grave They know this shit real, I ain't gotta keep goin' in details Turnt the city up, we out here spinnin' like a Sprewell Platinum in the streets and I ain't even drop my presale I ain't need scales, I dish out loads, I've been a team player I'm still eatin' off emails (Okay) My first jugg was a P sale Got a million cash in retail Won't shop again once these gone I'm lockin' in, that grave phone my best work Young turnt nigga, still network She a bad bitch, prolly F'ed her No rat bitch can claim me, I'm top ten Send the money, we can lock it in, droppin' tens Nigga play with red, the team get dropped again We got sticks and fins, pull your shit back like a lid You can ask the streets, I ain't gotta speak on what I did This is how you win when you rap 'bout what you live My youngin' know I'm on it if they had snatched them kids All my niggas doin' bids All my bitches doin' it big In that kitchen, I get busy Not that 'caine, I fuck with rizzy Too much residue, I'm dizzy He pop out, bro go and spin him (Tuned up) From Letras Mania