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Huh, huh, yo, I was guilty as hell, ain't tell so I feel innocent Take me back to my cell so I can build inner strength Push-ups, pull-ups, and dips, I'm real militant Who woulda known I'd come home and build businesses Look what I own on my own, I'm still killin' shit Bought enough whips to fill dealerships Y'all niggas worried bout IG pics, them still images Them identities, ain't theirs, they steal images Quit playin' with that motherfuckin' real money and take that shit to Hefe It come through the mail the next day, you know traffic is a decade Turned my million-dollar wrist into a million-dollar neckache They wonder if my debt paid, and Wendy, I got my head shaved And the L, I got my bed rolled, it's us against the death toll So you gotta respect hoes who keep they mouth and they legs closed I'm ridin' top-down in the Benz, and I can hear echoes and stutters From dead hustlers who've made they deals with the devil I said, businessmen and thugs, momma raised a plug I could hold a grudge, or I could show you love Bands pullin' up, ain't no roof up there above Mountain at the top, and ain't no room up there above Now it's so quiet in that room, fuck a DA, fuck a judge Flyin' in that coupe, got subpoenaed by the plug She a bad bitch, I'm sure she seen a lot of love Letras de cancionesShe seen a lot, but she ain't seen no better drugs Just bought a watch that I'ma pass off in a year or two And built a brand new crib with walls I can hear through Who gon' catch you when you fall, treat the gang like a parachute We like the Navy, sign, get a gun chain and a pair of boots Now we ain't breakin' interrogation like uneducated fools, huh We stayin' quiet like meditation rooms, no snitchin' I know bitches in a better place than dudes From sellin' weight while these niggas sellin' plates of food, huh I was frustrated, tempered, short-fused But never let your situation regulate your moves And the next time you see me, I'm in a better place than proves Cause we grind all winter, we don't celebrate till June, nigga It was equal, had everything in the game, and everything to lose So we opened up them traps like they was FDA-approved Ain't nothin' like these featherweights, y'all better play it cool We all got money, but Pablo was gon' separate the room I said, businessmen and thugs, momma raised a plug I could hold a grudge, or I could show you love Bands pullin' up, ain't no roof up there above Mountain at the top, and ain't no room up there above Now it's so quiet in that room, fuck a DA, fuck a judge Flyin' in that coupe, got subpoenaed by the plug She a bad bitch, I'm sure she seen a lot of love She seen a lot, but she ain't seen no better drugs From Letras Mania