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(City) I was off for a second, now I'm back If you lost me, ain't no comin' back I be prayin' that the whole team advance Hoop earrings on bling when you glance I ain't goin' back and forth I hope they free the homie when he go back to court I be thinkin' 'bout Nip Like, "I gotta keep this shit goin' strong for the Crips" 600 horsepower flyin' in my Benz Buyin' Number (N)ine's, sprayed all on my fit The feds comin' through 'round this bitch takin' pics Buildin' Blue T-Shirt, 'bout to sell it for some M's Next level, baguette link and the Bezel Blinding everything when I hit the champеzzle My granny always told me I was special Whеn she died, man, my life got so hectic These niggas cliquing up, I gotta stay blickied up They sayin' that it's cool, but I can't trust nothin' Glock on my hip, that mean murder Pay the bond, pay the judge, pay the lawyer Then I'm backflippin' off of yachts, gangbangin' out of drops I ain't no different from these niggas, I just played my card Royal flush, bitch, I just beat the odds Call me poker face from now on Letras de canciones I was flyin' on the 5 Freeway in the Benz Doin' about a buck ten Alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel Bro been dead for a year, but I hear him still (Long live Bucho) Like G, do your shit Ain't no stress, go get rich What we press? Innerprize Clicc (It's the clique) Up to the neck with this thirty round stick Givenchy, stomp AMG pedals Niggas come to the city and get stripped on Rodeo Niggas come to the city with that hundred pound pack Just cash out and I'ma get it where you at What's clout? Niggas gettin' killed for it Like this Bel Air, when I pop, you get spilled for it Had some niggas in my business, wasn't built for it We was 'posed to get rich, but you switched on me Fentanyl killer, long live my nigga Swear when I be ridin' in my Benz I can hear him Raheem, young nigga with a dream Young, fly, curly haired like me Fentanyl killer, long live my nigga Swear when I be ridin' in my Benz I can hear him Cross country, get money Got a Mexican and a snow bunny I was flyin' on the 5 Freeway in the Benz Doin' about a buck ten Alcantara wrapped around the steering wheel Bro been dead for a year, but I hear him still (Long live Bucho) Like G, do your shit Ain't no stress, go get rich What we press? Innerprize Clicc (It's the clique) Up to the neck with this thirty round stick G Perico, Innerprize Clicc, Play 2 Win And I'm bettin' on my motherfuckin' self This the million dollar flip, we ain't got time to play Cross country, get money Got a Mexican and a snow bunny From Letras Mania