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Uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Told bro, "We so locked in, that I won't breathe if you die" Still grippin' on my Gen and throwing B's to the sky Shit, it get under my skin if you a thief and you lie Doing sixty in the pen, so that's a reason to cry Still dirty Sprite pourin' up 'Member back then, at my lowest, they weren't showin' up So naive and losing focus, I ain't know enough In the trenches, pistol totin', you gon' blow or what? Who want war with us? Donkey rope, HGM pendant hangin' off it, yeah, I put him on He ain't puttin' on, we take him off it Niggas in the field worth a couple M's, could play the office, but I'd rather not Suckers tryna get back for them losses, it's still one up top Paranoia got me movin' caution, upper echelon Separate the crashes from the bosses Far as paperwork, Jake'll tell you Mozzarella flawless, I ain't said a word Got it off the curb, now we ballin', ain't no once it's up Tend to leave it there, we can't resolve it Fuck your dead homies, still denyin' all involvement I don't know what happened They put that chicken on my head 'cause niggas know we're actin' Yeah, it's much more than rappin' Letras de canciones Told bro, "We so locked in, that I won't breathe if you die" Still grippin' on my Gen and throwing B's to the sky Shit, it get under my skin if you a thief and you lie Doing sixty in the pen, so that's a reason to cry Still dirty Sprite pourin' up 'Member back then, at my lowest, they weren't showin' up So naive and losing focus, I ain't know enough In the trenches, pistol totin', you gon' blow or what? Who want war with us? Them shorties spin, they like, "What them killings gotta do with you?" Thirty M's in, still paying for these funerals Them killers still anxious for revenge, we can't do a truce I hope better friends ain't the reason I come through and shoot Slide up, black hoodie like the reaper, now it's time up What the fuck we dyin' for? I seen the hood dryin' up In the gang, my guys trust enough to give their lives up Like Kobe with this .9 clutched, blow smoke 'til they divide us Tell the opps to come play ball, let's play three on three No, I ain't worried 'bout y'all, it's me versus me When I lost my dog, I couldn't really find the words to speak Like spinnin' 'til they fall, dropouts still tryna earn a B Told bro, "We so locked in, that I won't breathe if you die" Still grippin' on my Gen and throwing B's to the sky Shit, it get under my skin if you a thief and you lie Doing sixty in the pen, so that's a reason to cry Still dirty Sprite pourin' up 'Member back then, at my lowest, they weren't showin' up So naive and losing focus, I ain't know enough In the trenches, pistol totin', you gon' blow or what? Who want war with us? From Letras Mania