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What's poppin' with the Peysoh nigga? Aye, Blood, I heard that ball cap them nigga copped was an insignificant opp That motherfucker ain't worth nothin' on the scoreboard, huh? Yeah, Theodoric vibes, tell 'em double back and try again Know what it is? I'm the trophy in my section, givin' out these sticks to play I was cool 'cause we in public, but I'll be a dick today I don't gotta wait for checks, I'll go hit a lick today And it's gon' never be a time where I ain't got my blick today I was shootin' dice for death, closer to it than my dream Know some youngins who'll kill you for a brand new pair of jeans That blick don't scare shit on evil side, we got it too The difference between me and you is I ain't got shit left to prove I sat it down and stood for shows, so I don't give 'em shit to say It's where I hit my patnas and we tradin' bricks for Ks Be Charlotte if I'm broke, 'cause I might wake up rich today I'm tellin' baby, "You gon' eat if you was with me sharin' plates" Off the muscle, we get crackin' and I need my chili blue MMG the military, anybody with me, shoot My temper kinda bad, so I don't ever shoot dice You play with us, I'll be the quickest that you ever lose your life Shit, I'm the kid who couldn't kick it 'cause I'm broke, but now I'm up I couldn't go on dates and Mama couldn't buy me lunch I made this from the bottom, best believe I brag a lot Letras de cancionesAnd I ain't come up with no Pops, so it ain't shit to pop yo' pops Shit, I'm the kid who couldn't kick it 'cause I'm broke, but now I'm up I couldn't go on dates and Mama couldn't buy me lunch I made this from the bottom, best believe I brag a lot And I ain't come up with no Pops, so it ain't shit to pop yo' pops Pebbles, you can keep that brick of green I'm a raw sipper, .304 get what she want, but nigga dog strippers Out here ballin' like a sixer back in '83 You ain't related to the whoops, you can't relate to me Mama lost her son to him, you know she hate the streets Go find you somethin' safe to do, don't even play with me Lil' brother could've made the league, instead he made the news And all my killers see is red, they got him takin' blues I'm in his bulletproof suburban, you can take the coupe And it went body after body till I made it bool This lil' Asian dude the plug, he ain't fail me yet Back door play in motion, I can't tell him that You out here loafin' with your Rollie? Where your Rellies at? Nigga'll break your wrist off and try to sell it back You out here loafin' without blood? Where your Rellies at? HGM, I'm tryna nail a hat But I'm the kid who couldn't kick it 'cause I'm broke, but now I'm up I couldn't go on dates and Mama couldn't buy me lunch I made this from the bottom, best believe I brag a lot And I ain't come up with no Pops, so it ain't shit to pop yo' pops Shit, I'm the kid who couldn't kick it 'cause I'm broke, but now I'm up I couldn't go on dates and Mama couldn't buy me lunch I made this from the bottom, best believe I brag a lot And I ain't come up with no Pops, so it ain't shit to pop yo' pops Aye, it ain't shit to pop yo' pops, huh? Yo' aunt and yo' uncle, I grew up sucka duckin' opps with no option to fumble The library in my hood got some books by the bundle And I got homies facin' life, wasn't even lookin' for trouble, shit Lord, forgive me for my sins as I calculate my wins, pray I'm never broke again I asked you to block these snakes, started slowly losin' friends Where did everybody go? Is betrayal the new trend? I got more chip than debit, I got credit invested You'll be dead in a week, you bet against me, nigga, zealot I'm a felon, I fell out of county illegal possession Who you tellin'? I'm tippin' the teller to follow directions And the one-eighty-seven, he's never gon' leave out his section I don't put ice in my drink at the 7-Eleven Fuck, fuck a five-O, if it's pink, I'ma take it for granted Blew up the spot, it's a hunnid a pop, they tellin' shit I can't lie, my circle gettin' smaller But if I die now, my fans turn me to a martyr Anxiety gettin' stronger 'cause for us, they make it harder Plus, I think Big Pharma killed Kobe and his daughter I brought my weed to school and sold out before lunch 'Cause we was the ones who popped it, pretty bitches sat with us I vow to keep it G and put my family over lust Put my family in a trust, revenge friends who died unjust Long live 'em From Letras Mania