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Uh, uh Yea Turn this shit the fuck up Uh, yea Yo ya bitches sittin' over there turn the fuck up Ya didn’t hear me? Turn my shit the fuck up Walk right in the booth with the headphones on nigga Who got ya? These bars'll knock ya cheek to the oppa Sit side of ya face collide with the bass then its on nigga Fuck all that shit you been listenin' to I been nice since G Funk was comin’ to see me in that vistin' room Look at all the shit that I give to you And i expect nothin' in return I'll body you, fuck ya bitch, then nut inside ya urn Nobody gave me nothin homie this is what I earn Now I can wait my turn Or I can fuck the whole industry with my words Raw dog like Usher and let it burn But I chose to take the art in my hands Cuz Waitin' for a record deal was never part of the plan Started writin' bars for the gram' Cause in my mind I knew none of these rappers stood a chance to spar wit ya man Fam, I ain't get no advance I ain’t get no money put inside my hands Letras de cancionesI did it for the fans I did it so you could understand That when you put me next to any rapper I’m way advanced Who got ya? Now i see my sons copying my blueprint Boogie boardin' my wave acting like I’m stupid Well listen Duke I'm happy I could inspire you Just know the day we go face to face I will retire you Fire you Broken jaw wire you Expire you Me die before you You liar you Who got ya? You know I got more for sure I'm in ya hood dolo movin' merch door to door House to house floor to floor Made a hundred racks last year without a website or a store All hustle fat boy all muscle Right hook’ll make ya jaw buckle It'll only takes one fist four knuckles You could get it The key to life remain humble stay consistent I saw the light excite all the freaks Sell in a day and drop new shit every week I'm not these other rappers I be doin' what I speak Sweatin' in the summer while you coolin' at the beach These dudes think hustlin' is sendin' out a tweet She wit me givin' toppy while you DM her your meat Homie you a creep You a weirdo you a freak Jumpin' crew to crew that just shows me that you're weak I'm out here with the fans Takin' pictures for the ‘gram in the streets While you dying you're dirty dreads with bleach I put my soul into these raps everyday I sacrifice So you could have some real shit in ya life Who Got Ya? From Letras Mania