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Cradle to the grave Craven, yeah Belvedere Block, between Forest and Graves Let's get it I'm p-noid, still make the yay bubble up and keloid My .40 got a kick, my F&N ain't got no recoil From Detroit, but I got family members out in [?] Who keep the bass jamming, flake swimmin' like a seahorse On Prevost, hoppin' out of a Urus in some Diors They know we got the purest, breakdancin' like a b-boy Touch it like a keyboard, see BoJay in my father eyes God know I apologize, but Mama, I'm a d-boy Think about my nigga Stewiе every time I see Toy Grindin' on thе River—damn, I miss my nigga E Boy On Grandville, playin' with them seals like it's SeaWorld [?] he five feet, but still'll shoot it like he T-Roy Four bricks of hero', gotta be more careful when I record Pops always taught me that it ain't all risk without no reward It's Boldy Blocks the ConCreature, leader of the Free World Underground kingpin, honorary Street Lord What else? Who got more ammo than the Sopranos? I feel like Thanos AR pistols and fullies in Carhartt hoodies and Dickies flannels Switches on all the Glocks, see the box on back of the handle? Letras de cancionesRaw so strong, this the straw that broke the back on the camel All night long, sellin' dope in my trap while I gamble Dirty Sprite full of ammo, work white as enamel Heard he the type to ramble, and I'm the type to ramble And no, don't call me twin at all, 'cause we do not resemble I know this might offend you, whomever was offended Long as it ain't no gun involved, it ain't no pun intended Snuck out the window on them nights they left me unattended Goin' to school with too much money got my son suspended Get the mon-ion like I print it 'cause I love to spend it Never claimed to be somethin' I wasn't, never once pretended Been un-befriended, done extended my hand Lost some real niggas over some petty shit that could've been prevented Three titties on my chop - I'm Total Recall-in' Stick pokin' out my trousers like I'm freeballin' Nuts draggin' on the Nina like I'm teabaggin' Swappin' VIN numbers on them strikers when we re-tag 'em Skr Who got more ammo than the Sopranos? I feel like Thanos AR pistols and fullies in Carhartt hoodies and Dickies flannels Switches on all the Glocks, see the box on back of the handle? Raw so strong, this the straw that broke the back on the camel From Letras Mania