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This my young nigga Pabb I'ma get it, you can turn my headphones up on this one Now, I really gotta make these niggas feel me Whatever the roses, I said I believed her (Oh-oh) And, I don't wan' kill 'em, I'm protectin' my people (Oh-oh) Wantin' to check up and keepin' my heat up (Yeah) QRN Know I was, you know I was born in this shit, not sworn in this shit And, I also got my heart torn in this shit You'd think, I just guess that come with the streets, like, look (Favor, turn me up) Oh-oh-oh, look Oh-oh-oh, look ([?]) Ayy, ayy, ayy, check this out, I really just 'bout to tell 'em how I feel 50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts I got the neck for 'bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin' racks on some clothes I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows I call up Peezy, where the lean at? Weezy, where the beans at? Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back Yeah, I been goin' through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s I feel like Boosie, I been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep a pistol Letras de cancionesBefore he try to take my chain, he might wan' take a couple .556s See, I been walkin' through the rain with fucked up Js, you know my lifestyle realer Back and fourth the youth detention This for all the ones that doubted me, that thought I'd be a victim Shout out all the ones that shot at me 'cause I done got a million (Woah) This for all them trappers sellin' dope Tryna run some racks up out a store This for all them smackers, keep that pole This for the ones who really stickin' to the code I hope you get a appeal and come home Get them checks and dollar bills, fuck a ho 'Cause if you catch a couple years, they gon' go They gon' treat you like you jus' another ho 50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts I got the neck for 'bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin' rackets on some clothes I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows I call up Peezy, where the lean at? Weezy, where the beans at? Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back Yeah, I been goin' through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s I feel like Boosie, I been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol 50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts I got the neck for 'bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin' rackets on some clothes I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows I bought a smoke with EBT jus' for a gram to get some groceries I can't wait to get on BET to promote, we got 'bows of weed Last thing 'fore I leave the stage, I'm screamin' out, "We smokin' V" It's hard to stop the violence even though I'm ridin' wit' YB GMG, shout out V, the realest nigga on my team Don't fuck with 49, but we be quick to rob you for yo' change I done ran a forty-nine yards, fifty on a chain Teddy at the seven where we Crippin' jus' in New Orleans Don't you worry 'bout what's in my double cup, I'm feelin' like I'm Lil Wayne Promethazine, a yellow Robitussin, straight codeine Ballin' like I'm 'Melo, free my brother, filthy cocaine Fuck the rap shit, on another level, trappin' in the dope game 50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts I got the neck for 'bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin' rackets on some clothes I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows I call up Peezy, where the lean at? Weezy, where the beans at? Way back, this Maybach massage me when I lean back Yeah, I been goin' through some pain but still maintain, I ball on 7-6s I feel like Boosie, I been goin' through some pain, I gotta keep my pistol 50 Cent, not talkin' Power, got attachments on the ghosts I got the neck for 'bout a hour, told the bitch she had to go Neiman Marcus in my closet, trappin' rackets on some clothes I bought some turkey bags from Target just to bag up all these 'bows From Letras Mania