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Tell 'em label me a real one Tell 'em label me a real Tell 'em label me a real one Tell 'em label me a real one Tell 'em label me a real one Throwing all them shots like I didn't catch them Put a condom on that dick around that Glock That way I'm well protected Youngest thugging in my section And they gone rock with that Calio for that Smith and Wesson Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game They throwing so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine What the world coming to? Niggas telling on they partners, why the fuck they break the rules? Convicted felon gripping on this chopper, I might make the news I gave up every sin and fucking dollar, I done paid my dues A-B-C-D, fuck it man, I'm playing past due for a W I was shot down, I was stacking my M's Balling so hard, I might break the rim Can't fuck with y'all niggas, y'all fuck with them Should have known better, it's over with them I be gripping the blunt, so overkill Letras de cancionesSame young nigga, made a flow with them She showing the set, I overhear I hear a rack, no mobbing here She wrote my name on her photo I got my game from the olders I got the world on my shoulders I got this girl on my shoulders I put this drank and pee soda I put my pain in this soda I think my heart getting colder I swear it's hard to be sober Throwing all them shots like I didn't catch them Put a condom on that dick around that Glock That way I'm well protected Youngest thugging in my section And they gone rock with that Calio for that Smith and Wesson Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game They throwing so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine That brand new Hellcat go real fast, I know you hear the motor And they say God give his toughest battles to his heart and soul See I got bitch problems, jaying like a parrot on my shoulder See I got rich problems, a couple niggas say I owe them Standing on the corner, selling ye, yeah it was hard work Drop down to my knees everyday, got to put God first Last time I faced the main reason why my heart hurt Brought the neighborhood to the stage, damn look how God work I swear I had to star first He tryna grind, he tryna shine, but he don't fit the track I lost my mind, I had to snap back like a fitted cap And they claim they showing love but I really don't feel none Before it's all done, they gon' label me as a real one Throwing all them shots like I didn't catch them Put a condom on that dick around that Glock That way I'm well protected Youngest thugging in my section And they gone rock with that Calio for that Smith and Wesson Durk told me treat the rap game like the dope game They throwing so much dirt, they done covered up my whole name This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine This that straight drop, straight depart, pure cocaine From Letras Mania