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Time to freak it, yeah And Lambo both gone I ain't fuckin' with y'all niggas in Vegas no more Y'all had a nigga on tequila, crack, Daniel, all that shit Yeah, Eastside, I claim that (Yeah) I recorded my first raps on 47th, I flamed that That was back in '04, I was ridin' 'round bumpin' T, yeah, ASAP Now I'm a real urban legend Every day, a nigga free of blessings Rock 'em and destroy the murder weapon Yeah (Yeah), whack him, get another murder weapon Don't go out like Keefe D, snitchin' over Vlad TV Bad bitch, drove from D.C., tryna fuck a nigga for a fee Make her say that she a freaky girl, give me head in the Hummer EV (In the hummer) I done been crossed, I done been hit, I done been stepped on (Yeah, stepped on) Nigga took a loss after lost friends, leave when that check gone Slept on, but a broken heart ain't gon' feed these kids (These kids) I got to have a talk with God 'bout all the things I did, yeah Drugs, aggravated robbery (Uh) Hurtin' on the inside and hide behind this tough shit and it's misogyny See, the man in the mirror ain't gon' lie to me Whole lot of snake niggas, they surroundin' me Can't even blame 'em if they want to body me Niggas'll knock you out to get a followin', I know, yeah Yeah, I know (Yeah), I had to fall back and let shit breathe (Yeah) Letras de cancionesActin' back to the rabbit, nigga, like Bo Jackson, I switched leaves Niggas don't want no guest verses, I'm the real king of these sixteens, bitch Bitch, I'm the real king of these sixteens (Yeah) Twenty-fours, forty-eights, fortunate enough to fornicate And on the regular basis, niggas fuckin' up like it's a shakin' Mama German and Daddy Jamaican, got all colors, my bitches ain't racist Got all colors, I'm preachin' diversity, yeah Fuck a surgery, I put you in somebody university I know God got a plan for me or he would've let niggas come murder me But these bitches can't bully me, bother me, worry me I'ma be thuggin' this shit 'til they burry me When we do killin', we do this shit thoroughly Hit the collection and I made it flirt (Yeah) Ten-thousand in ones, let's get this shit done Her hand on the supers, I give IG boosters on motherfuckin' jewelry Two of young bitches, now I'm in a hurry Eight A.M. flight, why they book it so early? Damn Got an eight A.M. flight, why they book it so early? Shit Freddie, you can't go back, man You see how you livin' over here? Nigga, you ballin' The baddest bitches on your dick Come enjoy some of this decadence Some of this extravadance Some of this-, I said extravadance, I meant extrava- Nigga, you know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Who needs school, nigga, when you got bitches? Look, you got a pound of coke You don't even want to smoke the shit, you want to sell the shit Nigga, I'm tryin' to get to enjoy some of that But at least sellin' it cool But why don't you do some of that shit? Nigga, it's cool, check this out Ah, ah, ah, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'about Freddie As long as you keep sinnin', I'ma keep winnin' From Letras Mania