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I'm sorry, mama, I'm a G Fell in love with the money and the streets (It's the heat) Too many dramas with police Fighting demons, I guess they'll never leave I'm sorry, mama, I'm a G (I'm a G) Fell in love with the money and the streets (And the streets) Too many dramas with police (Too many, too many) Fighting demons, I guess they'll never leave (Nah) Coming hard down under, straight from the gutter Out here tryna cash that bread and butter 046 on the move, straight grinding Down in the dirt like a brother was mining Found gold, at the top, stay shining Ain't nobody gonna stop me grinding Do it for my 'rents, do it for the sibs Like a bartender, tryna cash them tips Back of the shops with the fish and chips Now it's better days for me and my team Gotta stay focused even at the lowest Now we coming up, only just getting noticed Coming from the slum, didn't know me then But your uso got older, streets got colder Breaking through walls like a brother was a boulder Run it these ways, gonna catch these shoulders Letras de cancionesGet out the way, get out the way Putting in work, tryna make that pay Cops tryna get me, T1 affray Tom Brady on the field running up them plays Middle finger to the haters, bet they still play this Coming for the top, make a name as the greatest Steady been patient, no more favours Eyes on the gwap, tryna stack those papers I'm sorry, mama, I'm a G (I'm a G) Fell in love with the money and the streets (And the streets) Too many dramas with police (Too many, too many) Fighting demons, I guess they'll never leave (Nah, nah) Ayy Doing it tough, stay true to the shack All eyes on me like my name's 2Pac Gotta stay staunch, don't need no pack 046, got it tatted on my back Never had a lot, always had enough Real G's, no time for bluffs Heading down backstreets, rapping on trap beats Put it in drive, no need for backseats Never hit gaps, only hit licks Gear disappears like magic tricks Only eighteen with a flow so deadly 046, cuz, get ready Coming through heavy, always stay steady Moving up quick, these lads don't scare me Only spit facts, only spit truth Thought I was done 'til I stepped in the booth Made a couple bangers, now it's on to the top Two-double-five-nine, cuz, the shit don't stop Spitting straight bars, spitting straight facts Raised in the gutter, I was raised in the shack But that's home, home of the brave Two-double-five-nine, I'ma rep it to the grave Time to take flight, no time for delay Heading for the top, give a fuck what you say I'm sorry, mama, I'm a G (I'm a G) Fell in love with the money and the streets (And the streets) Too many dramas with police (Too many, too many) Fighting demons, I guess they'll never leave (Nah, nah) It don't make sense, yeah, the poor getting poorer The rich buying this that your man skip to flip packs Trapping every day, new hustle on the streets Don't diss a man's grind, get done with a piece We run these streets, don't talk about trapping Ain't athletes, don't run, never gapping Come from the bump, straight from the shack Shit goes down, always gotta bounce back Yeah, we took some L's, no fullback Always offside, never fall back Ayy, hitting that beat, running through traps Back to the game goes flipping them packs Not for the name, just for the P's Buy a new whip, give the 'rents them keys Don't do it to flex, don't do it to tease Do it for the gwap, gotta chase that cheese I'm sorry, mama, I'm a G (I'm a G) Fell in love with the money and the streets (And the streets) Too many dramas with police (Too many, too many) Fighting demons, I guess they'll never leave (Nah) I'm sorry, mama, I'm a G (I'm a G) Fell in love with the money and the streets (And the streets) Too many dramas with police (Too many, too many) Fighting demons, I guess they'll never leave (Nah, nah) From Letras Mania