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If I was a killer I would be like Luigi Do it real clean, treat the strap like a squeegee (Ok) Everybody fuck with you and everyone needy How the fuck we put the co-exist when everyone greedy? That's why I move by myself, I don't need no one help Hit the lick on my lonely 'cause they might just tell Every one of you fake, y'all plastic as hell Me and soft ass rappers, man, we never gonna gel I pray the thugs keep thuggin' The hoes keep goin Thе fat ass is shakin', why the liquor keep pourin' ? And they keep lookin' 'Cause I keep winnin' And I keep a, huh So I keep grinnin', I'm Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap nigga, yеah) Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap nigga, yeah) Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap nigga, yeah) Turnin' a hat to a halo (Yeah) Okay the bottom line is I'm a crook wit a deal If my records don't sell I'ma rob and steal If a nigga act tough, I don't even gotta shoot 'em I'ma give they ass the beats like a fuckin' producer Letras de cancionesPlay 'em like MPC, now he on NBC Now he on channel five and I won't say a peep If the hounds looking for me, I'ma throw 'em a treat They find a clue like they Shaggy, I'm like it wasn't me, huh So many imaginary opps, niggas don't even be gangsta, but they gangsta 'cause of the Glock So many imaginary thugs, all you rap niggas licks, finna rob 'em for they buzz, uh I pray the thugs keep thuggin' The hoes keep goin The fat ass is shakin', why the liquor keep pourin' ? And they keep lookin' 'Cause I keep winnin' And I keep a, huh So I keep grinnin', I'm Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap nigga, yeah) Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap nigga, yeah) Turnin' a hat to a halo (Fuck a rap nigga, yeah) Turnin' a hat to a halo (Yeah) Ayy, tell me when I'm in the day room right? My man from the Southside was listening to that joint, you know, he was bobbin' his head like shit So I put the headphones in my man's ear He got to dancin' like shit, that joint catchy as a motherfucker Plot twist, rewind back to 2010 in front of the judge for my sentence State gave me fifteen and they dropped the gavel Could've got away with three, but I wouldn't tattle Made parole and then I got out early, early Hit the studio with Lo and had to rock out sturdy, sturdy That's why it's real in my eyes, I made it here no surprise If I did the whole time I'd be out in 2025, 25, 25 From Letras Mania