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Yeah It's 900 Block, nigga, free Top Free my nigga Dro 4 years, no tears Still doin' this shit for Dirt Gang, nigga Hey, we been up all days, catchin' plays Tryna make a couple dollars, itchin' in my partners Trappers trappin' hard, glad we made it this far This that free my niggas in the cell shit This that put my dawg on when he out of jail shit This that rush fast, hit his bitch, and pay the bail quick This that on the floor shit, your clothes in a trash bag This that love low bucks, lost to make it half back I got enough shit on my mind, but ain't even worried 'bout it Tryna leave the block, but I can't, nah Dodgin' raindrops, when the pain gon' stop? Been through a lot of things, and still remain the same, yeah yeah Sleepin' in the trap on the couch, ain't no mattress Broke as fuck, got too much pride to be askin' Don't know who to trust, nah, niggas actin' funny Niggas switch up for the money For my dawgs, I'll go a thousand miles Best believe they all gon' leave when you get down and out Hey birthdays be the worst days Letras de cancionesThis ain't even enough to share, this a lil' pers-y But niggas thinkin' that I got it, ayy, you should check my wallet No money in my pocket What you niggas know 'bout washin' clothes in the faucet? Proud this shit ain't kill me If you been through what I been through, then you feel me Yeah yeah, aw, for real Hey, we been up all days, catchin' plays Tryna make a couple dollars, itchin' in my partners Trappers trappin' hard, glad we made it this far This that free my niggas in the cell shit This that put my dawg on when he out of jail shit This that rush fast, hit his bitch, and pay the bail quick This that on the floor shit, your clothes in a trash bag This that love low bucks, lost to make it half back I got enough shit on my mind, but ain't even worried 'bout it Tryna leave the block, but I can't, nah Dodgin' raindrops, when the pain gon' stop? Been through a lot of things, and still remain the same, yeah yeah Got a lot of weight on my shoulders Tryna make a way for my bros, yeah Block hot, it's on fire Posted on the Southside Got a whole lot of cash, it's just me and Chaz Ho, you want a bag, get a lil' cannon Tryna touch my ice, I'll gun you down right where you stand Just tryna make it through the storm, just tryna make it home I know that I'm doin' wrong, just tryna feed my fam, though I heard that they hatin', they supposed to be my mans, though Came up out the trenches, young nigga, I did it Dirt Gang never switchin', finally winnin', swear it's a good feeling Hey, we been up all days, catchin' plays Tryna make a couple dollars, itchin' in my partners Trappers trappin' hard, glad we made it this far This that free my niggas in the cell shit This that put my dawg on when he out of jail shit This that rush fast, hit his bitch, and pay the bail quick This that on the floor shit, your clothes in a trash bag This that love low bucks, lost to make it half back I got enough shit on my mind, but ain't even worried 'bout it Tryna leave the block, but I can't, nah Dodgin' raindrops, when the pain gon' stop? Been through a lot of things, and still remain the same, yeah yeah Sleepin' in the trap on the couch, ain't no mattress Broke as fuck, got too much pride to be askin' Don't know who to trust, nah, niggas actin' funny From Letras Mania