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Now that's Mafia Can't give a fuck about no bitch wantin' this money that I'm gettin' (Uh-huh) The streets gon' vouch when it come to me (Uh) 'cause I'm the one they know that's lit (Streets gon' vouch) I build line up in the team, no, I ain't talking hustle, baby (Yeah, I built that) This shit all came off of the grind, ain't never cut no Alpo check Half brick in a box of Lucky Charms, in the window with that Malcolm X (Let's get it) Starin' out the burglar bars, just tryna duck the alphabets (Blocks) For good, better, best, I'ma do you one even better, better yet Yet and still (Uh-huh), how a nigga gon' hate on you you never met? (Tell me) Like, call me blindside, got me winded, so I cherish every breath (Run it up) Know I'm too afraid to die, but I never been scared of death (Never scared of death) They tried to give me nine lives, right back like I never left Look at that shit in hindsight, put it all in retrospect (Aha) Pops was an alcoholic, granny used to bang E (Yeah) Gotta keep your frenemies close 'cause families spew the same evil (That's real) More money, more static when this shit get problematic (More money, more problems) Hard to break like old habits, tell 'em, "Catch me out in traffic" Let's get it It's Concreatures written in blood, permanent ink (Uh-huh) As far back as I can remember, I've been in the streets (One of the ones) Movin' with murderers and killers, extending my reach (Gang) Bouncin' out with bro, slamming doors on that tinted Capri (Doo-doo-doo) They say they gon' rob who? Is you kidding with me? (What?) I bet he play with Blocks, he gon' get dropped by the end of the week (Grrt) Letras de cancionesPiece came from Johnny Dang, yeah, I spend with the chinks (Bling) Tennis chains, bust Cubanos, and infinity links, what else? We got monion in abundance, on the hun tun, tryna run me a hundred up Give a fuck about the hook long as that money coming Blow strong as a quarter stick, donuts got us up and running Turn that PowerPoker up to a quarter brick of Wonder Woman Fresh out the county with a thousand tabs Two-point-two pounds of glass Mommy, you wonder why your child so bad Die for my chain and my pendant, it's self-explanatory I got no game, it's just some bitches understand my story A couple niggas probably feel like they could tell it better Gargoyle Pelle with the Dezzy, I'm a ghetto legend With perfect aim, 30 change a nigga's skin complexion What you don't see is what you get, that's a hidden blessing Any nigga know what's up with Jack, they know I've been finessing Cool as fuck, but quick to shoot some shit up if I get aggressive Plug text my phone, "Send the addy," sent him six addresses Make sure that it's all white meat turkey and don't forget the dressing It's Concreatures written in blood, permanent ink (Uh-huh) As far back as I can remember, I've been in the streets (One of the ones) Movin' with murderers and killers, extending my reach (Gang) Bouncin' out with bro, slamming doors on that tinted Capri (Doo-doo-doo) They say they gon' rob who? Is you kidding with me? (What?) I bet he play with Blocks, he gon' get dropped by the end of the week (Grrt) Piece came from Johnny Dang, yeah, I spend with the chinks (Bling) Tennis chains, bust Cubanos, and infinity links, what else? From Letras Mania