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[?] the wrong way Um, it's a lot shit, it's a lot of shit out that way A-a nigga don't even know the G code or what's going on in the streets no more Perfect example And he just got just nothin' do with the rat [party ?] Don't nobody know the definition of the G code of the streets As, as, as long as niggas don't know that, the defintion of that, like What's the streets? What's it worth being solid in a world full of fuck niggas? Poker face on one billion, I can't lie, know it fuck with me (I'm kinda stuck) I ain't blood or being cocky, say what's poppin', it's us, really (It's really us) I cut off the extra baggage, now the jet is much bigger I already asked God for forgiveness, he must gеt 'em Cut my hand off if I dap them niggas up, I can't feel 'em (Lеt's go) When you thuggin', it's like "Fuck it" when the judge give life sentences Fifteen years in and I guarantee you feel different (You will) I can move to Palm Springs, say, "Fuck the hood," it's still in me (It is) Really stopped the bros from smackin' that boy cold, he still trippin' (Nigga [?]) We the ones that got the money back then, we still gettin' it Went legit and tried to take care of my guys, they tried to flip it (Fuck) If the judge tryna catch a case, they retain lawyers with the quickness If my niggas catch a charge, I'm right there for 'em, what's the difference? (I) They can't fuck with me at all, they pay the blogs to tell you different (Huh) I don't do this shit for fuckboys, so you ain't gotta listen (Cut your ears off) I ain't gettin' this shit for clout, I'm tryna leave businesses for my children Letras de cancionesI ain't pickin' sides with rappers, if it ain't us, it ain't my business I done doubled on my grind, I keep on climbin' up for the trenches Get a million, you think everything's alright, it ain't that simple Irritate me, but if I pop up (Bop), it get worse, these niggas pimples Really gave this bitch my time when she wasn't worth it, I should've pimped it (Trash) Ready to kill and die for what I believe, I'm big on principles (Standin' on this shit) See youngin crashin' out, this shit be fuckin' with me mentally, damn Woah Thinkin' 'bout the pain and the trauma that I done been through Thankful for the islands and countries that we done been to If it wasn't all my accolades and niggas makin' rats cool Lil' boy, you know I would drench you Internet nerds tryna tell us how the street feel Ten years strong, I ain't even reach my peak still Fifty million and I keep my masters, that's a sweet deal Yeah, VVSs cover all my scars like I'm Meek Mill Dre got life, I paid a lawyer, damn, I hope he beat pill Take me out the hood, but my heart is in the streets still They tearin' down the real ones You ain't never had a gangster, baby, come and feel one Say you ain't no real killer, nigga, 'til you kill one I came out the womb as one of them and I'm still one The syrup runneth over I pour up all my feelings and emotions in a soda She say that she love me, but I fear she got a motive Would you suck my dick the way you'd do if I was local? 21 4L, I throw the rock up like I'm Hova Nigga shot me up, I put the hood on my shoulder I'ma stand on principles and morals 'til it's over Thought you had to rap 'bout what you live and I got older I come from the trenches where it's plastic on the sofa Thirty in his britches, he ain't never seen a holster Mama always worked in his environment and coached him And by five thousand dollars, nigga, he'll toast you Runnin' 'round hungry, shit'll turn you to a soldier They can't wait to kill you and kill whoever post you He fightin' a case, he swear that him and God closer Soon as he get free, he turnin' right back to a vulture Thuggin' in these streets, nigga, I can't blame you Tryna feed your fam, dog, I can't blame you Product of environment, so I can't shame you Yeah, I'm just like you, but I got famous If I had a superpower, I would save you We all from the ghetto where it ain't no favors From Letras Mania