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Ali You know what these niggas could never say about me? Is I did it off their scorecard Let's get it Hunnid a G, 'member I got fronted the key 'Fore the bag came, my gas tank was under the E Life took a ill turn on that Sunderland spree Now I'm fuckin' Miss Willburn for my brother and me With a grey book, pay me to babysit, I had to stay put Only thing a nigga cared about is what the yay took Powder on her face like she putting on some makeup Before I had a Rollie it was Technos and Jacobs Papi came from the [?] off the Hell Block Brought thе 6 I wish I would have had the 12 shot Tricked himsеlf off the street, now he on that cell block In the clean beatin off his dick on that jail cot Tryna get back these fifty racks in the bail money Came through pitchin' cracks in the trap through the nail slide Dale got murdered on the craft, it was really him See my first twenty thou' cash 'fore they did him in On the mall taking on niggas who get amend (Where we at?) Get found him face down floatin' in the river bend Put in the call through my nigga Quinn We done seen it all, been through it all, through the thick and thin (Real life) [?] leaning with his F&N Letras de cancionesOff a double cup of Maxwell, house call it special blend Come at that murder gang, they know we pressure fit Still in the kitchen swellin' cane like a peppermint He not at all built Type of nigga fuck around get us all killed Caught off the same deck of cards we was all dealt Quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog Wilt Niggas never needed y'all help Taught my niggas how life behind the wall felt Stood tall on some stilts now we all feel Gotta stay sturdy even when your dog tilt It's what you call guilt Them big V12 engines and butter [?] Puling foreigns off the lot, this my tenth one All my [?] gorgeous, don't know which one to pick from [?] Chain short but [?] so you know my wrist done All these niggas be duckin' wreck [?] Was always a suspect and never the victim Think these niggas must have forgot I was a ConCreature (Blockworks) Forever 227 is the motto I let that forty-seven hit like the lotto My brother [Short?] be catchin' bricks from Chicago Everybody digressing, I took the high road Stepped on a 267 in my [?] A million dollars worth of game out in Tuscon The plug know my first name, my face is like a coupon He not at all built Type of nigga fuck around get us all killed Caught off the same deck of cards we was all dealt Quick to drop a hundred rounds like my dog Will What else, niggas never needed y'all help (At all) Taught my niggas how life behind the wall felt (Stood tall) Stood tall on some stilts, now we all feel (Uh-huh) Gotta stay sturdy even when your dog tilt From Letras Mania