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(Ayy, Ecko, turn it up) (Brutal Money) Hand-me-downs and cold winters, life was ugly as a kid They done gave your boy a chance, I promise I'ma do it big Made a man up out myself, Pops was gone 'fore I was ten Actin' like you on my side, but wouldn't help me if you can Hear me cryin' out for help, put my feelings on the shelf Comin' to me with your problems, but ain't ask me how I felt Played the cards that I was dealt, can't help nobody else How the fuck you say it's love when you don't even love yourself? Feel I'm locked inside a cage, youngin full of rage Never say no names, the only way that I was raised Pocket full of change, failin' on my grave Lost my granny, how you leave me 'fore I got to hit the stage? Took some L's so I could win, Lord, forgive my sins My mama used to tell me that these niggas weren't my friends You took all that I could give, your love was all pretend My heart was stuck on lock, I still regret I let you in Came from sleepin' in the cold, pallets on the floor I can't believe I'm winnin', had to set myself some goals Long nights up on the road, tell God to take control Hey, Granny, I just touched a hundred K off makin' songs I hope you know, I'm still a grimy nigga with this pole Ayy, hothead, Satan told me keep on digging graves up Letras de cancionesDapped him up, but don't got my respect until he spank somethin' Three man, but if them bitches broke, then Gotti can't come Popped him up and grabbed his homie with the same gun Palm sweating, you ain't finna pop, then pass the pole to me Stack your pape' 'cause, baby, brokeness is a cold disease I ain't even have to spit no game, I crack these hoes with ease I hit the flag, before he fuck, just let me scope the scene Got me out my body, Gotti finna act an ass All at the Bnb, but bitch can't even take no bath Don't fuck with what's-his-name 'cause he a bitch just like his dad Close your mouth 'cause you don't get to have opinions with no bag I thought that I was gon' get jiggy 'til it jammed up Chillin' with your bitch and eatin' all your baby snacks up If you ain't tryna fuck the team, then tell your friends come Trust me, I done had to bump it out, bitch, I ain't run once Put your faith inside the kid and throw your toes down Bro is just bitch, he all in cameras totin' poles now Shit ain't for you, go to church and get your soul found Nigga, we the opps applyin' pressure on the whole town Nigga Yeah, bitch, we the, applyin' pressure on the, okay Yeah, yeah Ayy, ayy, ayy From Letras Mania