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(feat. Bandit) [Gelo] Still remember how I rolled for you nigga, took your life in my hand When you was down and out and feeling like you half of a man Couldn't stand your own reflection, imperfections of being Spent the night with the pipe, smoking down to the pain Plenty thoughts in the dome about taking you on Already lost a baby mom, the job and the home Knowing I can't work no miracles but thinking I'd try Cuz I done watch you lose it all in the blink of an eye You drink and you die, you smoke and you breathe You can't believe how your ass went broke over coke and weed A GB rolling with you, get you rehabilitated Fat steaks, lifting weights is all it takes and you can make it Hate it that you're hooked, but look you gots to make it through And regardless of where withdraws is taking you Breaking you down, don't come around that often Guess there's nothing out there stopping when you chasing a coffin Shit [Chorus x2: Gelo] Friends come, friends go It's a dirty game Win some, lose more It's a damn shame Letras de cancionesIf you're rich or you're poor It's still the same One day you'll know That people change [Gelo] I done put my life back to back through many attacks Shooting this craps, snatching them sacks Used to pack the same heater when we banged on the blocks Had the same ass dope that we slanged in the socks Can't stop, the money's too good but the hood's too hot Stayed busy trying to make a could out of could not Would not have played you out for nothing up in the world Found out you're running your mouth to my little baby girl How it took me by suprise, realise that you're a traitor Double agent on the inside, the worst kind of hater But I'm greater than you'll ever be, that's why they come back telling me How they seen you a couple days and all the ways you was selling me Girls names, phonenumbers, who I'm hitting on the under Wondering why my homey wanna ever play me phony But fuck them and fuck you, everybody in your crew I gots to do what I gots to do, fuck what you're going through [Chorus x2] [Bandit] That's why I roll alone, can't trust no one Watch my back day to day cuz these streets no fun You never can tell a shiesty individual This is real from the note of a criminal Cuz they're the ones that smoke blunts with ya See the picture, now they wanna grab the guns and come and hit ya Or better yet when you make it real big Fake fools come around from the days of kids Plus I can see it inside your face You at the wrong time plus the wrong place, gun in ya face Shoot up the place no matter what the race In these streets we keep it live like an LA car chase Phat Bandit pulling cards with the homey Gelo Down to die, staying high like the Hills of Chino All for the money, all for the fame All against the rules for life cuz it's a dirty game [Chorus x2] From Letras Mania