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I just wish the bro was with me, yeah What else? I'm done feeling, tryna sympathize for my thug livin' All I emphasize is the drug dealin' Shit that they gon' hold against me when I'm Grammy-nominated I just wish the bro was with me, look at all the time we wasted In the kitchen, whippin' 'caine Could've been took the game and dominated 'Fore this street shit was overpopulated When you gettin' money, fuckin' hoes come with the territory Never tell my story, 'cause thеse bitches be too complicatеd Out of all these pushers from my ghetto, I'm the one that made it But all these fraud niggas on top and I'm so underrated Just a couple questions in my mind that I want answers to Bad bitch, legs crossed, readin' Maya Angelou Can't touch what you can't feel if it's not tangible Police know we Creatures, so they treat us like we animals You think Blocks support some shit like that? You never know Teenage Mutant in the whip, he spin like Michelangelo For the hypes off of Fenkell, stuffin' pipes and them needles Rally stripes on the Regal, got more stripes than a Bengal Creased up without a wrinkle, drippin' ice and the sprinkles It ain't no mystery with me, my whole life been illegal Before that road life, I spent some long nights with the demons Letras de cancionesSold dope my whole life, I slept some cold nights on the cement Stepped on the blow twice, they know that I'm a evil genius Real street nigga, clean-cut, but he mean business I love 'hardt, all that ever got me was a drug charge Risk my life to never see my son starve Never felt my daughter hurt Ever since the day her mother water burst I been stackin' hundreds with the watermark Rollin' off of Charlevoix, Royal Oak my Audemar Town was hot in Virginia, so we shot the bag to Bodymore Shit was all a blur, went with my first mind Stay with that light behind tint behind these blurred lines Should've killed that nigga the first time The most premeditated; out of all these killers, we the worst kind In like a second and a half, this bitch shoot thirty times Run everything in 7-6 from North and 39 All the way to Grand River; right before the scam-demic Everything goin' on, been had my hands in it Makin' snow angels with the flake, they know we playin' with it Run up in your spot with fifty guap and get to layin' niggas For the hypes off of Fenkell, stuffin' pipes and them needles Rally stripes on the Regal, got more stripes than a Bengal Creased up without a wrinkle, drippin' ice and the sprinkles It ain't no mystery with me, my whole life been illegal Before that road life, I spent some long nights with the demons Sold dope my whole life, I slept some cold nights on the cement Stepped on the blow twice, they know that I'm a evil genius Real street nigga, clean-cut, but he mean business Ay, real street nigga, clean-cut, but he mean business Big business That’s what we standing on, yeah Hell Block, Hully Gully Drug Zone, Blockworks From Letras Mania