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Ayo, shoutout CNN Griselda get the blood money I be in any hood without a pass from the opps D.A. know my face, I get harrassed by the cops They blame me like I'm the one who passed out the Glocks I wanted in ever since I seen my dad count a knot With my eyes close I see scales and digits Witness the brief hell in prison, the details is vivid Low price from coke white, I see shells I'm flippin' Stayed home, but I sent a female to get it I coach her like I'm Pete Carroll, "Be careful, listen Hurry up back so I can V-12 the engine" I'm starvin', real shit, my whole family have-nots I want a ticket like I'm sittin' in a handicap spot Respect ours, GxFR, I'll let this TEC off What you know about collect calls home to your stressed moms? I'm slept on, but always kept raw that you could step on Whole brick'll take a hit like Gloria Estefan Electric stove got the dough pilin' Money on the floor with three 4's on us like the Hov' album I'm the best and put out no albums (word) The streets awful, close friends'll cross you quicker than the old Allen But on my court, it ain't no foulin', I got your hoe stylin' Somewhere off the coast eatin' smoke salmon I said a prayer, lookin' up to MachineGun Letras de cancionesDead silent, all I heard was the money machine hum, uhh I been a Don since the 2nd grade These muh'fuckers gon' respect the blade The Butcher, nigga, I'm a head huntin' renegade Il put my dutch out in your lemonade We pioneers of our time, I'm goin' out as a legend Endorsed by the streets without a radio record With more skills than top tier niggas, ain't have to F 'em I do this for my niggas who sentencin' with a letter Y'all pillow talk with these bitches, I'm blockin' they calls I fuck up and talk shit like I'm not in the wrong I blew a cheque on Rodeo I got from the tour That got me feelin' too bouchie to shop in the mall, hah Griselda get the blood money, nigga From Letras Mania