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(Ear Drummers) (That money go for Myles) Life been changing, gotta maintain and hold it down Die on the way, he didn't get to see his child, no-oh-oh Street life, that's the way it go-oh-oh Almost up my pole on a fan, he just wanted to take a picture, mm-hmm And I can say she mine, but that's only when she's with me, mm-hmm Pressure taking over my lungs, Wockhardt filling up my kidneys I done did what I done did and I can't take it back Life's been changing, leave the house with this fye, I pray I make it back All the real shit I did, when I die I know they gon' think of that And codeine in my liver, head down, heart bleeding I just need me somebody to lean on Brand new Glock just like my bitch, I went and bought a body for her I was just a jit clutchin' a stick like, "Fuck a Tonka truck" Got my stick again, money consistency, fuck love, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm Can't fold under pressure, it get real, hold it down A lot of rounds, this Draco make a loud sound Mm, life's been changing, gotta maintain and hold it down And I thought that you were gon' stick around But life changes, too many phases come around You was changing, I guess you couldn't stick around Left him in the road, he considered roadkill High mileage, to be honest, I'm new to this shit Letras de cancionesIf it ain't 'bout them presidents, then I ain't got nothin' to do with it Working on my craft, I'm getting better, still never missed I wish you were here for this Speeding red lights don't mean shit Real baguette these diamonds, still the same when I couldn't afford this Off White, this designer, she don't want me for this Just when you think it's getting easy, you gon' go through more shit Bitch, I'm player in the game, no, I will not forfeit Dove off the porch, I went in waist deep (Waist deep, waist deep) Dove off the porch, I went in waist deep Life been changing, gotta maintain and hold it down Die on the way, he didn't get to see his child, no-oh-oh Street life, that's the way it go-oh-oh Almost up my pole on a fan, he just wanted to take a picture, mm-hmm And I can say she mine, but that's only when she's with me, mm-hmm Pressure taking over my lungs, Wockhardt filling up my kidneys I done did what I done did and I can't take it back Life's been changing, leave the house with this fye, I pray I make it back All the real shit I did, when I die I know they gon' think of that And codeine in my liver, head down, heart bleeding I just need me somebody to lean on Brand new Glock just like my bitch, I went and bought a body for her I was just a jit clutchin' a stick like, "Fuck a Tonka truck" Got my stick again, money consistency, fuck love, hmm-hmm, hmm-hmm Can't fold under pressure, it get real, hold it down From Letras Mania