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(ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire) These days I've been livin' violence, sometimes They only hear you when you're wildin', some nights It's too hard to kill 'em with the silence, sometimes 'Cause my mind so used to the sirens, sometimes Almost died the other night, it was timin', good times The pain just hide behind my diamonds, I'm fine If you gotta hit 'em, know I hit the violence, sometimes Maybe I'm just a product of environmеnt, sometimes This thing ain't black and white, had to trap wholе life I can't wait one day to get my money up Watchin' time go by, prayed my diamonds shine They gon' hear when they start to see me run it up Real hustler Money comin' in, gotta double up Feds comin' in, gotta double-dutch Y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with us Real hustler Money comin' in, gotta double up Feds comin' in, gotta double-dutch None of y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with us But the problems disappeared when the 'Rari showed up Letras de cancionesTruth be told, I'm just gettin' older Grind time now, I can never fold up Hot boy cryin' on a cold shoulder Skin don't show it, but I really don't sleep Racin' to my money, I been flyin' 'cross seas Followin' my dreams, even though I don't dream One day I'ma tell you, baby, what it all means This thing ain't black and white, had to trap whole life I can't wait one day to get my money up Watchin' time go by, prayed my diamonds shine They gon' hear when they start to see me run it up Real hustler Money comin' in, gotta double up Feds comin' in, gotta double-dutch Y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with us Real hustler Money comin' in, gotta double up Feds comin' in, gotta double-dutch None of y'all niggas ain't fuckin' with us Dear Lord (Dear Lord) Thank you for a good night (Thank you for a good night) A safe flight (A safe flight) The right touch (The right touch) And please keep me away from fuck niggas for life, amen I love y'all, thank you Festival Season From Letras Mania