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QRN And now I'm in the studio with my nigga Cxb, he turned the P's up (Love makes me sick) 3000PM on the Hellcat, I'ma stomp it off Them project houses, I ain’t see 'em when I lost my bro Youngin wildin, youngin never had a million dollars But he can show you how to run down, empty out that Glock My uncle sittin' in the prison, catching all the boxes We suffer from the same feelings, steady takin' losses I know this shit here in the game, watch out for triple crosses You wearin' merch from them boys gang no more, my diamonds flawless I swear my faith goin' no way Heartbreak, Band-Aid, lost a homie Yellow tape broad day, we be on that Trey-eight, AK, run a four flat My nigga died, to get him back, I be hopin’ It's hard to go sleep at night because I seen him bust open Like, come and join the rough riders, every time we ride, we be rollin' Know life is all ‘bout survival, every time we slide, we be totin' I feel the pain from my mans, I been really with him Lowkey, I be steady switchin' lanes, five percent the window Ridin' 'round with that flame, rubber bands, we gon' make 'em hit ‘em I done made a whole hundred grand, came up from a nickel Letras de cancionesShe can't come around and be my bae 'less she fuck my niggas Monkey in the middle, take this pack and throw it to the prison Started from the bottom like I'm Drake, now I got a million All I read is make a call or make a say, Uncle, vacuum seal 'em (Let's go) My uncle sittin' in the prison, catching all the boxes We suffer from the same feelings, steady takin' losses I know this shit here in the game, watch out for triple crosses You wearin' merch from them boys gang no more, my diamonds flawless I swear my faith goin' no way Heartbreak, Band-Aid, lost a homie Yellow tape broad day, we be on that Trey-eight, AK, run a four flat Facts, we gon' trap 'em all out a bando Extension clip inside the MAC'll leave a crack in his window For my lil dog 'cross the tracks, who wear a mask and he kick doors Just tryna run up some racks, so he can move all his kinfolk I tried so hard, but I just can't quit them double cups Crip be sellin' hard on 38, tryna double up Life behind them bars, murder case on another level I been goin' hard, tryna get paid on another level New two-car garage, park the Wraith on the yard My uncle, he caught life in the state, broke my heart Skated on them high-speed chase in the car I done earned my stripes, jumpin' gates, playin' cards (Let's go) My uncle sittin' in the prison, catching all the boxes We suffer from the same feelings, steady takin' losses I know this shit here in the game, watch out for triple crosses You wearin' merch from them boys gang no more, my diamonds flawless I swear my faith goin' no way Heartbreak, Band-Aid, lost a homie Yellow tape broad day, we be on that Trey-eight, AK, run a four flat From Letras Mania