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When I was young I seen my brothers load a hundred in a drum 99 slinging iron with crack underneath their tongue Had me with 'em as a decoy just in case the feds come Just watching their little brothers, sorry we don't know nothing It was me and lil crip robbing [?], hitting licks Until we lost our section 8 and had to move on 65th Pops got locked up serving yay, my momma working double shifts Saying we gon' be okay, I know she tired than a bitch Now my Auntie J tripping and we getting put out Moving harder with Uncle Phil right there off Downey and South All my cousins they knew the drill, they bout the same thing I'm bout At McKinley, punch on anybody running their mouth Fast forward, I'm getting money and I done got a little older Got a chip on it for the times I got the cold shoulder Young hot nigga but my heart got a lot colder Who would've thought I was gon' be that nigga when I grow up From stacking them boulders, me and them quarters Now I get chauffeured You smell that aroma, that OG my odor You niggas bold huh Tryna creep on the low huh Oh you think I ain't know huh Til I pull up, get to bust Don't care bout no consequence or repercussion Got smoke for whoever want it All this codeine in my stomach Letras de cancionesI was really outside thuggin' Way before Chris Brown was tryna run it But I still got the block jumping Eight balls go for one hundred Eight hundred for the whole onion Ain't nobody ain't stepped on it We got it Stuck in the trenches [?] You niggas looking defenseless Hop out my business Coming for 'em like who is it If you ain't talking bout digits Street life, I can't enough though All the streetlights and the gunsmoke Better sleep tight with your gun close Cause I'm at your neck bitch, cut throat Yeah, it's Fatts From Letras Mania