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I admit I got some bad habits Never been afraid to get out here and take a stab at it 60 in the love seat, 80 in the sofa cushion Quarter in the closet, half a ticket in my craft medic Been betrayed by those who never thought to back-stab me Fresh out the hole in the county eatin' bag nasty Sold my soul to the house on the strip Thinkin' when if I get out will I quit All this shit I was goin' through Should've listened when they told me to go to school Knowin' that I couldn't quit if I wanted to Addicted to drug money, immune to the fast-livin' My funeral passed through, I prayed for my past victims She was on her other foot, what would you have did this? Swally died the only day that he ain't have his strig with him Chopper got the bus and blew his back through his stomach Them the constant repercussions of your actions when you thuggin' Runnin' careless with the rebels, shorty quick to up it Livin' fearless in the ghetto, loyal to his brothers All them tears that we done shed it, and them corners we was huggin' Now it's carats in the bezel, pointers on me bustin' They know you from runnin' errands, they know me from thuggin' it Letras de cancionesThe narrator of my life would be the story of a hustler Moral of the story, on them corners we was cuttin' Now it's carats in the bezel, pointers on me bustin' Can't even focus on no bitch, I got too many vices Can't get put through him in his whip on his suspended license Shot a bag through the mountains, we be really hikin' Still smashin' punk as niggas still cashin' 50 slices Never bare him off until I see that shit in writing Still pill-stashin' niggas still clashin' with the titans Savage lifin', tryna wrap me up in M-Bison Brody got indicted, touchin' more keys than a triton Catch a rhythm in the tin, finna paint it orange Had a brick, he smack it with the Rizzy, cut it with the Dorms Bust Diddy Rolo, buffs genuine horns Stick like a pogo, I get the bouncer like a pawn There's a thin line between love and dick-suckin' Was that the fire from the drum on my wrist bustin'? Not the one to bench press, we be bungee jumpin' I turn that swine princess into a ugly dougla Runnin' careless with the rebels, shorty quick to up it Livin' fearless in the ghetto, loyal to his brothers All them tears that we done shed it, and them corners we was huggin' Now it's carats in the bezel, pointers on me bustin' They know you from runnin' errands, they know me from thuggin' it The narrator of my life would be the story of a hustler Moral of the story, on them corners we was cuttin' Now it's carats in the bezel, pointers on me bustin' From Letras Mania