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You know niggas can't take it when we on it like this Yo, I sat bitten, my sentence long, name written on prison walls My bitch took off, my team held her down and my chips was gone My mental off, feel like a nigga gon' kill a guard These villain bars, nigga, I'm Jizza from Liquid Swords and a vet New York plates that sit on my bitch's lawn, my connect Like all states, you can leave with a brick and shard Fuck that bougie shit, we gettin' ours if the kitchen's small With a blick of course, a high plate of pot and an extension cord Before stabbed and shot one, I had a cocaine flow My cannon talk like Shannon Sharpe on a post-game show I get a block, make a twin, get a spot and break it in I'm up enough to have my block doing 20K a day again Niggas gon' snatch the crown, nah, I'm back around All these rappers I slapped around like Floyd versus Pacquiao Who you know roll with shooters and flew with a pack of Loud? My neck cooler so my bitch a cougar like Jackie Brown Black Sopranos, we a loyal gang I brought a horde of cain back in the Camry, then got the oil changed If they stop you, get my lawyer name Do your boy this favor, you can make triple what your employer pay ya I heard him speaking and knew they was burzing leeches Soon as it turn to beef and these pussies gon' turn to vegan First rule, burn something, you never return the heater Letras de cancionesGet that strap back and have nigga singing like Shirley Caesar Let's go, ah Huh, hey y'all living the rap life Ain't where I got my cash right from I live the fast life, I ain't have a past like them I learned if you don't chase bitches, then the cash might come My bag heavy, yours lighter than my half-white son Huh, you ain't have your stacks right, you act tight, dumb A charity case, you're nothing but a tax-write bum Got me wondering where you get your advice from You're round them bitches so much that you act like one Huh, huh, my Spanish hoes call me Papito We was the ones up top that knocked COs in the county We made gumbo from hot Cheetos Humble, I came home and got kilos Y'all bums asked for help and got free clothes Then turned to alcoholics and got egos So run in my house with your friends like Casamigos And I give y'all all shots for cheap, but it's not Tito's Life is real, you might come up and you might get killed With my folk, old heads always with the smoke Cypress Hill, 30 in a box was tightly sealed They heard you like to steal A few connects done threw some checks on you You caught a Nike deal, your favorite rapper fake And they gon' press him just like the pills He takes but won't escape his fate No matter how high he feels Got some friends in hell But it feels like they right beside me still Got friends in jail for bodies And friends with bodies who not in jail Sad story, if you ain't live your shit, it's mad corny Miz had one brick left and he broke it in half for me It's back on me, wolves is outside, the pack's hungry Glass up up between my driver's seats like cab companies Player hit the pen 110, came back husky, crack custody Always ask front me, I'll be back, trust me The money's all good till it's bad, then that's ugly Walking past undies, I dab junkies, yeah, my trap loves me You sat comfy as we starved and suffered Someone was knocking hard as fuck I flushed the almond butter, caught a plumber Stay up and up with all your plugs You always got each other My love for gram's like my father's mother From Letras Mania