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(feat. Apple, Taco) [First Verse: Tim Smooth] I was brought up around repeat felons Niggas who keep sellin' they dope In your hood, no matter what the priest tell 'em Reached eleven and then turned buck Go to school and don't learn FUCK! They only in there to earn bucks And me, I'm that homie though, Mr. Romeo Slick talkin' dicksman I'm hawkin' straight through a pony hoe Over the years we become one Cuz where I come from Roll with the rollers or you get done young One of our goals is never get caught short All of us gettin' swole with hustles of some sort My hustle is hoes, but my niggas are servin' fiends Some of them murdering None of them Burger Kings Seems the dream of clean green done got ghost I'm gonna rock a crowd while my niggas rock dope And I hope, I never get smoked cuz of somebody in my crew But if I do, I do [Chorus: Apple & Taco] Letras de canciones I... Miss my niggas, them my niggas I don't know why, but it be's that way [x2] [Second Verse: Tim Smooth] Lately I be so loaded, I don't go around my Mama Mind my brother with brains who can't stay away from drama Time and time again I go to God askin' him to watch me Stop me from bein' so cold or take my soul if somebody pop me I'm not lookin' for trouble, I'm lookin' for love Only find it in spots where they be, cookin' the drugs And puttin' the bud in the air like chain smokers Cuz it maintain focus enough to bust range rovers Came close to death more times than Bugs Bunny Barely spun, but, done slung a ton of drug money I was bummy, now I'm in the crib of lavishness My FIST full of green, my jeans is full of parenting [Chorus] [One minute, thirty seconds of talking from a live phone call] [Chorus x0.5] From Letras Mania