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Yeah Might as well smoke some weed or somethin', man I don't want you think they no cop or somethin' But, uh I'ma talk to myself on this motherfucker Still ain't gave up because I know my purpose My dog behind the wall, he do a thousand burpees First one out my family, broke all kind of curses I been booked up on my Sundays, got no time to worship Every time I pop back out, them hoes in they feelings Keep your eyes out my pockets, nose out my business If I go to jail tonight, who gon' hold down the village? Feel like that money fucked up my mind, a hole in my mental Tatted up all over my body to cover scars Loyalty run deep through my body, I love her heart Betted on myself and I won on a double up It's millions to be made and I'm already a couple up Fresher than a bitch, I can't get less fly, nigga Watch me demonstrate, that belt done chastised niggas Got my top two, go grab your best five, nigga Everybody got right, the reason you left out, nigga Mama told me that these nights would come It's illegal to walk around with this type of gun All the money in world still can't right these wrongs Letras de cancionesI done traded in the street life for writin' songs You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, what you talkin' 'bout? Tryna hide that sex smell with Baccarat Smokin' on some shit that got me cotton mouth I don't know them niggas, get your choppers out Still ain't gave up because I know my purpose My dog behind the wall, he do a thousand burpees First one out my family, broke all kind of curses I been booked up on my Sundays, got no time to worship Every time I pop back out, them hoes in they feelings Keep your eyes out my pockets, nose out my business If I go to jail tonight, who gon' hold down the village? Feel like that money fucked up my mind, a hole in my mental (Feel like that money fucked up my mind, a hole in my mental) From Letras Mania