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Two-way, deuce, siete (Royal House on the beat) Mafia, what else? Let's get it Gray block and a shifter Pouring straight drop in a spritzer Maybach and a Fisker In that same spot off Official Dodging raindrops with the killers, thanking God for the bag that came Hiding all my hurt behind these Percs, tryna mask the pain Wish the love was as real as these diamonds in my tennis link Passing dank to sleep, when I look up, it's just an empty seat Thirty-one flavors of Dairy Queen, this ain't no Baskin Robbins Chain smoking back-to-back Backies in the back of Stockton Joey got caught in that cross, ain't have his weapon handy It practically was my fault, what I'ma tell his family? My feet kicked up on the beach somewhere where it's wet and sandy Before this powder 'caine shit, boy, we was selling candy Got a bad bitch from New York, kind of resemble Yandy Breath scented with spearmint and a hint of brandy On Lahser and Fenkell, just pulled up on Chris and Angie Still servin' all the base runners, meet me at the Grammys From 7 tail to the east side of STL Used to could weigh me on the digi, now we off the Richter scale Letras de cancionesCatching sales, got that A1, but this shit never fails All of the odds stacked up against him, I bet he tell Can't love no thotiana, Ali, or no jezebel Cuddy got eleven bodies, workin' on his twelfth strike When you running for fear of life, you gotta tread light Caught him with a stick, flicked him for a broken taillight Yeah, sat alone in that trap wishing on a star Prayin' up to God, hopin' one day I would ball Swear a nigga tired and I don't wanna fall off And I'm still poppin' these tens, don't give a fuck what they cost I don't got too many friends, niggas switch up and they soft Just my brothers 'til the end, if they need me, then it's on And all the opps dead, you can put 'em in a bong I be smokin' to the head, ain't no thunder, I don't want it My nigga, I'm a soldier, ain't no limits to the shit I'm kickin' Spin they block and leave 'em dead for thinkin' they could diss us My bro went fed for cappin' up, he call me every Christmas I'm his twin, that was my twin, but ain't nobody kill him He took himself and to this day, I still can't shake the feeling Ain't tryna go to Hell, but I don't know 'cause I keep sinning Don't wanna wish me well, they'd rather see me in a prison I'm focused on a million until I'm up a ticket From 7 tail to the east side of STL Used to could weigh me on the digi, now we off the Richter scale Catching sales, got that A1, but this shit never fails All of the odds stacked up against him, I bet he tell Can't love no thotiana, Ali, or no jezebel Cuddy got eleven bodies, workin' on his twelfth strike When you running for fear of life, you gotta tread light Caught him with a stick, flicked him for a broken taillight From Letras Mania