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The author of this album has been arrested behind bars for multiple occasions for things ranging from robbery while armed with a deadly weapon to parole violation. Majority of their early careers was funded by selling and distributing ganja The feds will shoot you because they out of breath The fiends gon' pay you because they out of Meth I need me a milli’, and not a dollar less I used to think that investment meant to wear a vest I don't own a stock, but I'll prolly crash And if you say, "It’s up", nigga, that's your ass At seventeen, they gave a nigga fifteen, huh The judge called it bеin' lenient They callеd 'em stupid, but, to me, it's kinda strange 'Cause to be a drug dealer, man, you gotta be a genius Can't let my jean pocket be the teeniest So I'm lookin’ for the ones that look the fiendiest The transaction was the action that was leadin’ to the baggin And I just keep that shit a secret, like bohemian (Bang, bang) Huh, shit, now I got a felony They nose's in the air, but they still ain’t smellin' me Career ain't got no legs, while these other niggas, centipedes All 'cause they walk to school, me, I just walk the streets, see? I gotta get paper I’m fightin' for stability, the fade, like taper Tell me, what's safer? Me runnin' in a nigga safe Or get hit with the piece when I'm runnin' from the jakes? (Bang, bang) Uh-huh Letras de canciones The feds will shoot you because they out of breath The fiends gon' pay you because they out of Meth I need me a milli', and not a dollar less I used to think that investment meant to wear a vest I don't own a stock, but I'll prolly crash And if you say, "It's up", nigga, that's your ass See, who really who fault is this when ignorance is bliss? Or when I went to sleep, it wasn't followed by a kiss? My momma didn't read me to bed as a kid So why would I read to myself for the win? I rather read the eyes of my opp before I sin And when it's been confirmed on the news, then I grin See, that's the shit that made me happy, ran up on him, caught him lackin' Knocked him down, I Warren Sapp'd him, ran down and overlapped him (Uh) The feds will shoot you because they out of breath (I used to want a nine to five, grew up, now I'd rather have nine .45's) The fiends gon' pay you because they out of Meth (With the switch and an extension) I need me a milli', and not a dollar less (I am not the one to mention) I used to think that investment meant to wear a vest (Choppa knocked him to a new dimension) I don't own a stock, but I'll prolly crash (Now that nigga dead in the trenches) And if you say, "It's up", nigga, that's your ass That's your ass, that's your ass That's your ass Look, they gave my homie forty, he gave 'em people a dub back We started from the bottom, we got it from where the mud at The OG'z used to cut three holes in a skull cap Now youngin's wear a Pooh Shiesty mask like, "Where the drugs at?" Been feelin' uninspired, I'm tryin' to get my love back It's like my heart versus my mind in a grudge match Busta Rhymes told me, "Sometimes the industry does that" Don't let it go too long, 'cause it's hard gettin' that buzz back That's why I've been rappin' so immaculately About the shit I actually seen or what happened to me Or what I've been through, I do it so passionately Sometimes, I wear my emotions like a patch on the sleeve Of this varsity jacket that I threw on to match with my 3's I believed in myself, they ain't have to believe Some niggas with me that'll wipe your nose if you happen to sneeze Got 'em with me, so they don't have to go back to the streets, haha Machine From Letras Mania