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Yeah Yeah Licked by a devil's tongue, I'm drippin' with sin Niggas'll wipe your nose, they might even nap your kin Quiet, 'cause niggas know your moves when you say too much Serial killer shooters, they live the Jason to us, bustin' Pistol wavin', it's up, black murder is played as fuck Look at our skin, shit, even Band-Aids ain't made for us You got the wave 'til you JFK in the drop Project baby, you know the science, shit ain't fair on my block (Yeah) Classic like Detroit Red sellin' blow with Redd Foxx You ain't got enough to beef with him, nigga, how he your opp? My father used to sing good as Luthеr, wonder what happened? Feels likе he might've let his addiction poison his passion Numb when I heard of his passing, no reaction Saw him at his wake, look like he had regret in his casket, imagine These frigid streets, OGs survived the droughts Where niggas pull them CLs out just for some clout Sugarwater, Kool-Aid Neighbor got roaches, then we got roaches Fiends high off the cocaine soufflé (Yeah) Mama, say a prayer, I'm deeply in need of Jesus My problems back-to-back like sleepin' with disagreements Still, I made it out Letras de cancionesBravo, nigga, you made it out Ups and downs come and go, but that's what life's about Could work your whole life to get rich and they air you out But bravo My face dipped in gold (My face) My face dipped in gold (Gold) Yeah, when shit was rocky, I was still at the weigh-in with Drago The lone survivor and he rhymes like his voice is the gospel Eatin' at this fork in the road, still duckin' potholes Ridin' in the box Chevy, it's a custom model Money is power, but it also disguises cowards Can't stop the rain when they hit your block up with scattered showers Came in this industry a wide-eyed child It's no surprise they molested my style Can't think of nothing more vile Must be a limit on the flowers that these niggas give out Rap is a slut fest, ideas get pimped out No doubt, I Stepped in the party, but they don't know when I left the party (Yeah) I'm never gaudy, my repertoire be Filled with the baddest, ones I'm with'll leave your old one salty I'm such a threat to niggas that it kills them to support me The ghetto taught me How to throw hands, but now that's awkward Niggas bench four hundred just to get hit with this 40 Sandy Rothstein, so clean she make a meal out of my offspring Tender dark thing, constantly playing on my heartstrings Ghetto forever, niggas know who runnin' shit As the jits point at your ride, they grew up to leave you slumped in it One hundred shit Keep my distance from all the sucker shit So rappers compromise they integrity for the fuck of it But killin' each other, that only helps the government 'Cause when the real war comes, won't be too much of us (Bravo) Bravo, nigga, you made it out Ups and downs come and go, but that's what life's about Could work your whole life to get rich and they air you out But bravo My face dipped in gold (My face) My face dipped in gold (My face dipped in gold) (Gold) We were taught growing up that you should love everyone as you love yourself But oftentimes, we find ourselves loving others more And losing ourselves in the process From Letras Mania