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Uh Yea Uh Let's get it This for my dogs laying down the road Real teammate don't mind playing down the role This for my guys that done died for diamonds and gold Right back popping out outside however it fold This for them soldiers I'm forever staying on my toes Think it's crazy I chase opps before I chase my goals Since I was baby I felt like I knew the life I chose I went bought a crate of Glocks before I bought my rolls Put that on my soul And I got a pure soul Say your team full of shooters we don't play a zone And I never needed help sometimes I stay alone But I'm 'a make it home Gotta kill to make it home How the fuck I'm wrong Glock full plan to break his bones I told my youngin if he drill about it don't gon' make a song And I'm hoping he don't take it wrong 'Cause them homicides be taking long Letras de cancionesMy dog had called me from up top and saying he made it home And I was telling him that he thinking wrong 'Cause we real niggas hanging on 'Til the end He said he on his last appeal he gotta win And I said I got a half a mil I'm locking in Knowing how he feel I'm treating his case like I was him No cap Seen a half a mil before the labels heard my name Too much on my brain ain't chase no fame I had that flame All the nights I came out it was dangerous I can't name I was born to run shit niggas I can't change Made my first check ain't buy my moms a house ain't buy no chains I was on some young shit I was on some dumb shit Niggas who I fuck with If I call they come quick Niggas run up dump shit Niggas buy my son shit Early morning in LA see me might be with my son Pop out solo late at night I got two guns Bulletproof Lac in the raq who gon' do some Fuck up 50k in saks and it's just two of us This for my dog ain't get to ball this old I think it's crazy I lost my soul before I lost my pole I had to see if it's real I touched him in the coffin cold I'm watching his mamma cry he laying there in the coffin froze This drilling shit like all we know Niggas ain't even cool with us acting like they cool with us Shit so deep don't even know who to trust shit it's only a few of us Picked up heat got ahead first in niggas beef ain't have shit to do with us Now you hating on me tryna slime me 'cause the lamb got slime seats Even though I'm rich I'm grimy you know where to find me All the niggas you think behind you I'll put 'em behind me Ain't worried 'bout no niggas sliding on me I be like 5 deep Walk in the strip joint they grabbing me I spend like a dime a week They just love the rocks and gold I just love I made it hear I came from locking and loading (You know that) This for my youngin 18 and he lost his soul This for my niggas older than me ain't get to ball this old (ain't get to ball this old) And I put that on my soul Neck froze heart froze we was walking froze Kevlar whips for days when we couldn't walk with poles Some of my niggas who got kilt walking with the hoes We got ARs sticks talking to the hoes Everything I got legit Everywhere I'm riding tint Anything I speak my mind 'bout I come outside with Dignity what I was born with that's what I'm dying with This for my dog ain't get to ball this old This for my dog ain't get to ball this old This for my dogs ain't get to ball this old This for my This for my This for my dog ain't get to ball this old From Letras Mania