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Aye, yeah What else? Married to the concrete, holy matrimony Call me Papa Johns turn the beef into pepperoni Two-twenty-seven know we heavy on it Hit him in the head with the heat, we'll press and comb it Found out where he be apply some pressure on it Shred him with the two-twenty-three or the Kelly Rowland Left him dead in the street nephew did him bogus Be the pеrson you least expect, you'll nеver notice Hot boy found the scene sprinkled pepper on it Your shooter can't even compare let's bet whatever on it When I release strig feel like a feather, don't it? Lumbar support seats with the FN on it Run off on me, and I'ma let him hold it I'm on my like my twentieth V and my eleventh Rolex Cause if it's up with me I get to pressing on shit When shit get stuck under my feet it come to stepping on it Blocks It ain't gon' be my opps If I get dropped properly one of my niggas drilled me You figure? Deal me, Lord let the killer steal me For my fam let them know that I tried to prevent it But it's a minute, in the concrete Letras de cancionesIt's like Heaven the only place I could find peace I'm in the trenches, pounding the pavement Slaving over the stove, working the graveshift Until I'm filthy The underworld built me Streets take me underneath, me and Taymar Used to play under the sheets, now I'm under investigation From federal police with this AR Ten bodies, one summer with the sway bar Friend Swali taught me how to fly under the radar Off-White dunks, burn his eyes in the day bar The bullets come from Dunham's but the chopper come from K-Mart Me and Redi Rock, really get 'em in We like Suge and Slim, and Birdman J.R Blending [crement?] with raw now it's gray tar Gotta put some gas in your car cause I stay far Fuck this shit say on my wrist? Hefty Chopard Bentley, Benz, Beamers in the yard, me and Rayvar Listening to old E.S.K.O. and Soulside Bought his son a toy truck, little Amar Mafia what else? It ain't gon' be my opps If I get dropped properly one of my niggas drilled me You figure? Deal me, Lord let the killer steal me For the fam let them know that I tried to prevent it But it's a minute, in the concrete It's like Heaven the only place I could find peace I'm in the trenches, pounding the pavement Slaving over the stove, working the graveshift Until I'm filthy From Letras Mania