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No texts No calls My back's pressed up against four walls I ain't say you owe me, act like you don't know me, nigga Shouldn't have to ask you twice if you my homie, nigga We been through the trenches together when we was down and out But money makes niggas change is what I'm finding out Soon as you sign a deal, next thing you making mills But I'm still living in the field try'na pay these bills Niggas thought I got the bag and I've been holding out But for real I've been down, trapped up in the house Man my health fucked up Bills' still piled up Homies ain't pulled up Niggas ain't pulled up Guess I ain't shit now They know I ain't rich now Niggas love to see me down Ain't that a bitch, wow Instead of self aligned, it's getting hard to find Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And they enter the turn, their lights shining so bright Feels like I can't see your light But I keep on striving every day and night Every day So when the smoke From Letras Mania