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Huh? Hey, yo, Butch These niggas in trouble, man We back at it Upstate NY shit, know what I'm saying Hey, y'all. Huh They wonder why I'm successful Cause my wrists wrestle One in the three, then give a brick special Red dots look like big freckles It's six levels to hell and I already got your trip scheduled We turn slums into rich ghettos From these walls deserve to get medals Hope this shit settles Don't quit. We legit rebels I'm the rose from the concrete that grew to have six petals Hustling scams, I flip several We had so much dirt on our hands, we traveled with shovels Learn these hoes is sick devils I'm quick to kick a bitch out of the whip and tell her kick pebbles What I spit is intellectual If a bitch ain't got her shit together, we don't get sexual My life like a lit festival Used to stash dope inside rice like mixed vegetables Trust Letras de cancionesFour or three person drive, you walk in, you knock them over, you walk out And you want a hundred thousand advance against a 10% cut for that? Uh-huh Sounds like an address to a cowboy squad They hit the hold up This for people who still mad, I'm great And for street runners, one bag of H and now they back in shape Half a plate of raw and masking tape They smoke through a screen Got to slim down a beauty queen to pageant weight My girl was mad at dates I had to break Nine years later, she rich with me Her magic trait was having faith But my magic trait was bagging weight I made a few stacks a day before sundown, like a matinee The cash just made me a castaway I'm catching flights going through clear without ID or a bag to take Give me a 14 pro max, I'm straight In case my family need to hit me, plus the half an M on Apple Pay The game crowded, it don't have no space Cause half the states wish they hustle as soon as they seen us rap on Sway I advocate for all the trappers sake Cause a hustler without nothing to sell, just a talent waste Butch From Letras Mania