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Bitch, we back to bangin' with heaps of some bodies scarred to partially bleed They blood and rain on the hood, watch all the wrestlers take heed Always come to offer the cure with the best of the mead Pure it in the holy water, that means blessing, you see Higher than a hiker that's climbing a mountain of weed Blessed like it's God in the flesh, you're not in my league When I come to give them the food, watch how the people are feed Niggas say I'm the nicest, everybody agrees Best to the party and please while gossip articles read Them dudes unstoppable, they do impossible deeds Periodically we whippin' the foreignest fees With a trunk full of money, drop the top and then breeze You need to acknowledge the wisdom while I'm dropping degrees So I paint a horrible flick once my monsters are squeezed Don't cross the line in the sand, I do suggest that you freeze While the minister sends a teal, all he can beg you is please Repent, repent, repent A lot of you niggas better start rethinking your top five Know what I'm saying? Fuck out of here Hey y'all, now who the fuck said they wanted with trust You niggas died June and July, they summers was rough Thank God my numbers is up Snitches came outside from putting real guys under the bus Letras de cancionesHuh, you heard that? That mean I shot something I know you niggas hate when y'all ain't got nothing I know you boys wish I hit the stop button But your energy ain't strong enough to stop nothing I came up from carrying weight And bought a crib upstate by Darien Lake Rumors that my future's scary and great Won a hundred mil in twenty dollar bills with Harriet Face Y'all boys is barely awake I told the kids stay away from Dairy and Steak Poppy said don't come around the area late Now the Rodriguez I meet with is the secretary of state Huh, we all gotta eat Nigga, I was just inside the streets with a lot of beef I count money inside my sleep I close my eyes and start counting like hide and seek Coming from a nigga who's seen it all I went from cleaning stalls to putting D on broads like Tina Charles I'm somebody I need to read up on I caught packs in the kitchen, hands outstretched like Jesus arms I sold crack, but now I act in movies They see my face on the screen They relapse and go right back to using Ain't no eating unless we back the movement Act like kings, still stomp niggas flat like screens on Mac computers I'm a boxer, a steady jab will do it I'm a monster, I'll probably walk up to your coffin and nash into it I'm a mobster's black soprano unit New opps, old pounds, still shoot straight, but the handle ruined Foreign drip and more to follow Bet nobody get away cause we war with shit with four-inch hollows I'm on trips, I'm pouring bottles I'm on shit, swipe my card, shopping like the Louis store McDonald's I spent a half before I saw a dollar On staff, but as times got bad, it became more problem I'm back triple, mama's boy grinding So fuck I look like talking cash with a nigga who can't afford my barber From Letras Mania