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G, you done already flooded these niggas out man Now I guess it's time to let the hurricane rain on 'em While you tango all the way to the mothafuckin' bank 'Cause you know, the only way to progress Is to trust the process, It's village boo It's gon' be a cold summer It's gon' be a long year With all these young niggas startin' war It's gon' be some mo' niggas getting killed They say you ain't a real one, til' you kill somethin' Til' you chip somethin', til' you make a million Walk in this bitch with my mask on Can't be identified if I wanna blam somethin' Hahaha, said where you from? All you hеard was blah blah Pop go the weasel Wе don't give a fuck if you out with your people If we don't get you, you gon' die anyway That's how that shit go on my side in LA Had four hundred cash rubberband on my sofa Took a pic for the gram but I still ain't post it I'm broke baby, South Central ain't been no joke lately But I like it like this I put the gang on the wall and I strike it like this I-n-c-l-i-c-c, don't facetime me while I'm out in the street I gotta keep my head on a swivel It's a purge in the city, you ain't heard? they'll kill you Letras de cancionesMurder games goin' on, six years in and the hurricane goin' strong I can't stop, five hundred grand a month, thirty grand a stop A million on the block I own Broadway boxing They said I had it wrong, I'm tryna see what they was watchin' Tango tango tango tango tango tango tango tango Yeah, it's a lot on my plate, young nigga gotta carry all this weight Now the crib gotta gate I don't sell real estate but I could put you in yo' place Let's get it straight, lot of niggas that I fed actin' like they never ate You ungrateful ass niggas, if you don't knock it off Better use your head 'fore I knock it off Ay, big bossin', big checks in the mail when I'm talkin' Ay, fly shit I do often, I'ma be like this until they put me in a coffin We could talk business when you pull up to the office I'm still independent, I've been turnin' down offers Big chops, ain't no tellin' what it cost us They killin' int he city so you gotta move cautious This LA, niggas runnin' 'round with guns like GTA Everybody gotta die, this could be yo' day I don't know about y'all, but we don't play If they ain't from two up gang then they ain't straight You ain't tryna elevate, then you just in the way And we ain't got all day Get your head in the game 'fore you fumble the play Ay, I'm Blocboi Fame Put some respect on my motherfuckin' name Ay, you know what I claim Commander and the chief of the two whip gang Ay, I'm Blocboi Fame I'm the OG I give you little niggas all the game And no we not the same When I die they gone put a nigga in the hall of fame From Letras Mania