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(Cxb, know he go crazy) I beat all the odds even though I'm still doin' wrong (A17) Marble floors and chandeliers, that's the only way we live Sellin' dope inside the field the way that bro them pay they bills Over the stove cookin' a zip, I'm tryna bring it back a lil' Heart in the ghetto, shit get real, I know exactly how you feel Pateks, Audemars, and Rollies, perfect timing while I call lil' woadie Trap house without no door key, ballin' hard, not talkin' Kobe Cadillac, I keep that forty, I know they gon' try to run down on me Still sippin' Act', I'm on that codeine, doublе cuppin' with some Robitussin This for the ones don't rеally know me, goddamn right, my heart so oh-so golden So much of weight on top my shoulders, also I've been goin' through the motions It's like my heart been gettin' colder, extra colder, deeper than the ocean I gotta play a beat by Cxby, just like Kobe, I've been goin' loco I'ma stay on Trey-Nine with a .44 Run him down, slingin' iron out a stolo I can never drop a dime, I can't fold Ran it up from a dime, got a bankroll Youngin up, let it fly on the payroll I'ma do a drive-by with a Draco Got some pretty brown eyes like Dej Loaf Gotta go with that iron, she in Clayco Take it back where it started Letras de cancionesPray for the money, we stayed in the projects I lost a homie, that shit made me heartless Diamonds all on me, it's steady off Arthur Way 'fore the money, been drippin' off Target Thirty clip on me, you know he a target Sippin' on codeine, my mind, I done lost it I let her go 'cause she really be boppin' Rather be by my lonely, ain't with all that arguing I pour a four in the back of the Benz I'ma post by the store with that MAC in my pants Can you do something for me? She say, "It depends" I don't want no more bubbly, you wastin' my pans Really came up from nothing, I gave you a chance I drink juice out my cup and while countin' these bands He been youngin and thuggin', my nigga, lil' man See, I'm feedin' my boy, we been locked in the can Whole hundred shots when it's war out a van I made a trust to get up and get racks Cut your time up in the court, boy, you know you a rat Boy, you can't afford when I jump out the Jag' Young JOG, yeah, we really got hats If they play with lil' D, then I'm droppin' a bag You get laid in the streets, then we spinnin' it back Whole fifty piece, I done spit the whole MAC Marble floors and chandeliers, that's the only way we live Sellin' dope inside the field the way that bro them pay they bills Over the stove cookin' a zip, I'm tryna bring it back a lil' Heart in the ghetto, shit get real, I know exactly how you feel Pateks, Audemars, and Rollies, perfect timing while I call lil' woadie Trap house without no door key, ballin' hard, not talkin' Kobe Cadillac, I keep that forty, I know they gon' try to run down on me Still sippin' Act', I'm on that codeine, double cuppin' with some Robitussin This for the ones don't really know me, goddamn right, my heart so oh-so golden So much of weight on top my shoulders, also I've been goin' through the motions It's like my heart been gettin' colder, extra colder, deeper than the ocean I gotta play a beat by Cxby, just like Kobe, I've been goin' loco From Letras Mania