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(What's happenin', Chi Chi?) 'Member being broke, talking four dollars 'Member standing in the cell for four hours I ain't reminiscing, I'm just tryna get the feeling back 'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers I wonder if heaven got visiting hours For my demons in hell, wish I could bring 'em cold water Some niggas in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers Nigga ratted on his own man so he grewed up to play with him He snitched, thought shit would go away, like a roommate, it stayed with him What's the bro code? Talking buy hoes, feed your main bitch, feelings, and it's all fair Catch your neck, [?] expense was his pallbearers Kill a nigga, streets call you back Go to jail, now they can't call you back Where we from, a lot of you niggas 12, yeah, without the badge They'll give you a hundred shots in 12, that's why I do that We'll die for red, white, and blue, I ain't talking 'bout troops, talking gang flags Load up this thot ho from the hood, yeah, she got bad kids Said she ain't selling pussy no more since she got her hair did Hoping that a rich nigga come cuff her and buy a new Benz I'm just tryna grab your hair, why you suck it and buy you a new whip Ex bitch left me, I done blowed up She ain’t picture me like this I should've posed for her Letras de cancionesWatch them young niggas go from sticking stores up to leaving out they cell picking stoges up Bustdown on my wrist, I got 'em watching They gon' lose count if they tryna count my pockets He got caught with a lot of shit, why he ain't make it passed the docket Been fucking on a vegan, that ho got me thinking broccoli She got me thinking lettuce, but I still be getting cake Pull up, I can't meet you 'cause I got too much at stake And she be wanting to leave me but she got so much to rake I put niggas on my back even though it's twenty times my weight Lately, I been ghetto dreaming Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah I been thanking million dollar sponsors that go commercial Go get me a mansion in the hood, can't go commercial I love you like I love myself with me, can't no one hurt you Ain't pick up a pencil in some years, ain't wrote them verses Thinking 'bout the future, tell my dawg he need investment money But we see niggas we don't in the club and go to burning hundreds Said the bottle girl don't bring no bottles, just some fire exstinguishers Paid a nigga, told a booster to hold my size and hope that she remember (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) If we pull up in the Hellcat, hope the lord forgive us I know niggas who got elbowed just like Conor McGregor Project baby, tired of working, he tryna pull a set up Made three niggas robbed his job while he was on the schedule (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) All you niggas entitled to your own opinions I can't stress about what they think 'bout me, period She can't sit in my lil' period, lil' ho, these Amiris Can't be with them lil' boys, I don't even take 'em serious Almost made my mama cry when I didn't graduate But look ma, I get paid now to walk 'cross the stage My dawg on his third strike, I pray he walk 'cross his base, yeah Designer tapered but I ain't talking space 'Member being broke, talking four dollars 'Member standing in the cell for four hours I ain't reminiscing, I'm just tryna get the feeling back 'Cause yesterday we just took cold showers I wonder if heaven got visiting hours For my demons in hell, wish I could bring 'em cold water Some niggas in jail who was in the streets got rich off cutting dope They went broke, started cutting hair, they turned to barbers Lately, I been ghetto dreaming Ghetto dreaming, ghetto dreaming, yeah I been thanking million dollar sponsors that go commercial Go get me a mansion in the hood, can't go commercial (What's happenin', Chi Chi?) From Letras Mania