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227, Watelse By birthright, I was born to turn up and burn the turnpike Weavin' through the city by my lonesome This Creature shit is in him, not on him Don't be the next slime I pull a skit on This game Time shit is what I been on It's Mafia Watelse until I check out Smack the whip and I wreck out I was just paralyzed from the neck down Locked in [?], fresh out, was casted into exile And when you down, they treat you like a stepchild All of my niggas fed bound, most of us got a prison number Had to put my shot up 'cause some of us couldn't hit a jumper Now I'm rockin' Fendi runners; I remеmber really thuggin' Runnin' outta gas, now my driver keep thе engine runnin' Fifty-round mag; it all depend on what stick I'm clutchin' Got a lot of cash, I like to hide it with the bitch I'm fuckin' Made it out rich from hustlin', are you not entertained? I don't do this shit for nothin', bitch, I do this shit for gang Watelse (Blocks) When he die, he can't take it wit' 'em Always been a suspect, I could never play the victim I could never make a statement, I ain't never take the stand Forever gon' stand my ground, won't ever betray the fam Letras de cancionesAlways been a man of honor; I'ma die that same nigga Real Mafia Watelse, mobbin' with the gang members Officer mad 'cause my watch above his paygrade Ain't graduate from high school, but my daughter got straight As Game Time, this ain't no arcade Make sure you know what you signin' up for if you should partake Rope chains and Mark VIIIs, sold more 'caine than Scarface Only thing I felt worse than this pain is this heartache My head been in a dark place; fed the hook the shark bait Right before my accident, had took 'em on a car chase I been through all the heartbreak, I lived through all the bloodspill Just another day, another dollar, 'nother drug deal Gone wrong, nigga—you know what the fuck is goin' on Young'un, he gon' drill you just to put your name on the song Hulk smash, penny-pinchin' for that provolone Trailer park trash, niggas sick I can't mobile home Holdin' on to what's left of my broken home Growin' up, was taught that when you cry, that's how you know you wrong Can hear the smooth criminal in my vocal tone This shit hit different when you get caught slippin' where you don't belong When he die, he can't take it wit' 'em Always been a suspect, I could never play the victim I could never make a statement, I ain't never take the stand Forever gon' stand my ground, won't ever betray the fam Always been a man of honor; I'ma die that same nigga Real Mafia Watelse, mobbin' with the gang members Officer mad 'cause my watch above his paygrade Ain't graduate from high school, but my daughter got straight As From Letras Mania