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Cito I came up from the bottom, these niggas be hatin' on me and I know they don't want me to pop I had to put in the grind and put in the time, these niggas ain't give me my shot I got some shit on my mind, it started with rhymes, I know I'ma get to the top I know they hatin' on me, yeah, they want me to flop Bitch, I'm the voice of the trenches, I remember I was comin' off benches Young niggas, we was hoppin' them fences Nigga, that's how we was livin' And this shit is fucked up but I came a long way "He lucked up," is what them niggas all say They want me down 'cause they see that I'm killin' Hopped in the booth, I'm expressing my feelings There ain't no safety on this .38 If I shoot then I'll shoot it for real Got a ride with a nine, murder stay on my mind If I shoot then I'm shootin' to kill Lost a couple of homies to pills Had to get in my bag for real They ain't show me no love when I had no funds So fuck him if that's how he feel They full of shit, I gotta ride with a clip 'Cause I can never trust a soul Gotta put mom in a mansion then switch it up fast Yeah, they pray to God that I'ma fold Letras de cancionesI'ma put on for my city, they ain't fuckin' with me My brothers tryna see us ball I ain't gon' be in a grave Seen too many soldiers in my corner taking a loss Rest in peace grandma, I know that you see me I'm tryna go in, get the coupe with the stars I ain't gon' eat if my brothers, they feast 'Til I get it and split it, not talkin' divorce Used to be ramen and 'fits straight from Ross Now I walk out the house rockin' Christian Dior Diamonds is bustin', I been on the stuntin' I came out the womb knowin' I'd be a boss I came up from the bottom, these niggas be hatin' on me and I know they don't want me to pop I had to put in the grind and put in the time, these niggas ain't give me my shot I got some shit on my mind, it started with rhymes, I know I'ma get to the top I know they hatin' on me, yeah, they want me to flop Bitch, I'm the voice of the trenches, I remember I was comin' off benches Young niggas, we was hoppin' them fences Nigga, that's how we was livin' And this shit is fucked up but I came a long way "He lucked up," is what them niggas all say They want me down 'cause they see that I'm killin' Hopped in the booth, I'm expressing my feelings From Letras Mania