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I'm late thinking how I'm gonna get it A lot chicken thinking how I'm gonna win it Couple hundred thinking how I'm gonna spend it Should I get some clothes or should I get some grams? Okay grams it is hit the block up I gotta handle this It's too hot on this damn block Too many cops on this damn block I've been here since eight it's ten oclock And I ain't moved a rock on this damn block Let me go home and write a rhyme, damn I can't come up with nothing I can't write a rhyme Fuck it, let me call Keisha up She a fuck she a slut plus she be up Called her once and a call failed Called her twice and got a voicemail Now I got, no pussy, no money and a burner on me My thoughts ain't good, you heard me homie? Now I'm playing with my safety on and off off and on Playing with my safety! I'm thinking about robbery honestly And if it all goes well, maybe a robbing spree N ah, that's a bullshit way to get it Fuck it I'm on some bullshit they can get it Niggas up the block got cake stash Problem is I don't know where the cake at I know where the place at Letras de cancionesBut I don't know where the safe at Should I risk it? Plus they got four niggas in there Fully automatics there's no getting in there Nah I need an easier link I need to catch a nigger slippin while he sleep with his bitch And if he stay sleepin it's the easiest link If he wake up feed him the clip and keep going Bottom line yup you never know what s on another niggas mind So always keep your mind broke Stay close to your pistol boy I suggest you stay close to your pistol boy Stay close to your pistol boy... From Letras Mania