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Yeah, makin' a play for my bredren Let niggas think they ahead of me A million in the oven, cookin' up I stopped lookin' how niggas remember me Hundred legs in this city like centipedes Once I spank, then it's "Thanks for the memories" Got a ring for the game on a bended knee I can't name all the things that it lent to me I was with Bloody, I just had sold out LA Back to back, we stuffin' hoes in the Porsche Helicopter, New-York, for the skyline of course Getting chased by some hoes I ain't thought I'd afford Getting fame that I thought I'd avoid Can't remember a month that I ain't make a forty Gained a hustle that made me immortal Fakin', stuntin' just make niggas corny They mistake me for soft 'cause I'm cordial I take niggas off, you can't say I ain't warn you I retain what I'm taught from the soil They can hate all they want, but they know me Hit a stain, I stand tall on my doley I'm afraid they involved with the police Got the most with the least, off of no sleep But I'm coziest on the low-key Letras de canciones Yeah, makin' a play for my bredren Let niggas think they ahead of me A million in the oven, cookin' up I stopped lookin' how niggas remember me Hundred legs in this city like centipedes On some spank 'em and thanks for the memory Got a ring for the game on a bended knee I can't name all the things that they lend to me Aight Lil' MAVI you got me, word, yeah Making a play, Mike Tomlin (Woo) Twin with me too, he Omar Epps, two step through the congre— —gation like a bishop It is what it be bitch, "c'est la vie" shit CeraVe on the skin, smoother than criminal Sara Lee by the bag, get the bread, then we toast 'Cause this shit wasn't like this couple years ago, God damn (Baby) Hardly gettin' downtime, that ain't how I get down Time waits for no man, no Life like a restaurant, bet own the whole spot or end up on the menu Straight from the Northside off West Florissant, proof what poverty can do Naturally, lil' ol' me keep three-four freaks for the inspo' Naturally, knee deep in the curly-head freak, poppin' out her Bantus Used to take the MetroLink, now I'm linkin' with Metro Boomin, damn, dude The BIC flick quick as a fan pick, wick too thick, never puttin' out the candle The BIC flick quick as a fan pick, wick too thick, never puttin' out the— (Yeah) Ooh (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah), ooh (I-, I take niggas off, you can't say I ain't warn you) (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) (They can hate all they want, but they know me) I'm afraid they involved with the police Got the most with the least, off of no sleep But I'm coziest on the low-key Yeah, makin' a play for my bredren Let niggas think they ahead of me A million in the oven, cookin' up I stopped lookin' how niggas remember me Hundred legs in this city like centipedes Once I spank, then it's "Thanks for the memories" Got a ring for the game on a bended knee I can't name all the things that it lent to me From Letras Mania