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(Thanks, Yakree) They talkin' bout it, I'm livin' it (Krishna on the beat) Yeah Uh, uh Never been a hater, always gettin' money Always kept me a gun, I ain't goin' for nothin' I just copped three AR's for fun They don't know how fire I've become I took a plain Rollie and I bust it down Took a minute to realize I am the one (I am the one) If you ain't ready to slide 'bout me, you can't come around (Around) I could see you niggas weren't with it I wasn't even close by, nowhere around when they hit And for my niggas in the sky, I pour out of the fifth Gotta have it strategized, it ain't checkers, it's chess Drop a check, we gon' wet 'em, get no rest I ain't friendly, I ain't ridin' with nobody without the TEC If I'm friends with the opps, enemies, they kept it real See, I'm shining hard, I done put these diamonds in Rolex Freestyle, yeah, this is off my head Get on these beats now and eat now, no, I cannot forget Back when my J's, they was beat down and my pockets full of lead I told Lil Tone to grab the rebound and that's only if I miss Letras de cancionesMy plan is to score, ran it up, and ran it up some more Ain't playing with these hoes, I just keep on dogging as I go I just wanna know, baby, would you die for me for sure? Yeah, I just wanna know Uh, uh Never been a hater, always gettin' money Always kept me a gun, I ain't goin' for nothin' I just copped three AR's for fun They don't know how fire I've become I took a plain Rollie and I bust it down Took a minute to realize I am the one (I am the one) If you ain't ready to slide 'bout me, you can't come around Oh Cut the fan on Oh-oh Next one hot, cut the fan on Baby From Letras Mania