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I remember when that girl didn't need me
I didn't have no money and I couldn't find out what's the reason (why?)
Now that hoe back on my team, 'cause my neck wet like a squeegee (woah)
We served them packs in the net, we get them racks like Serena, uh (woo)
Yeah, the sun out, so my boys gonna trap today
When you get money, every day like Saturday (woo)
Niggas lyin', yeah he stuck with a cappin' face
Niggas rattin', they get hit with the MAC today (woo)
It's my "I don't even know, um, what happened" face
 

After 'Trina hit I had to transfer campus
Your apartment out in Houston's where I waited
Stayin' with you when I didn't have an address
Fuckin' on you when I didn't own a mattress
Workin' on a way to make it outta Texas, every night
 

I used to pray when I was sixteen
If I didn't make it then I'd probably make my wrist bleed
Not to mislead turn my nightmares into big dreams
Whole squad mobbin' even though we only six deep
I was singing notes while my niggas played with six keys
Walking in the snow before I ever made my wrist freeze
I was blowing smoke, had me dizzy like Gillespie
Niggas had no homes we were living in the dead streets
You couldn't find me like I'm Hoffa
Cover girls jumping out the page like they pop ups
Spending all my money on these niggas that I brought up
Taking care of families for my brothers when they locked up
And I had nothing to believe in
Double cup leanin'
Couldn't even breathe and
For that money I was fiending
Cali was the mission but now a nigga leaving

Leaving, leaving into the night
Now a nigga leaving, leaving
Leaving into the night

Esto de nuevo

Los feels :sm:
 

I got the door unlocked
And I know right now she'd rather have my dick than a watch
And I'm not right about e'rythang
But I got a strong feeling she'll take real charge if we run into the narcs
And I'm seeing all your emotions, came a long way from roaches
Ride around the 'berg get the rollie
I ain't ever need a nothing brodie
I'm full pocket, macaroni
Rose-gold, AP, like a token
Bought that bitch a million now she closing
Pray they go to jail, I ain't told 'em
I get excited when I see you
I'd rather freeze up and get shot when I see you
Oh, they dreaming I'm steady describin' our child in the rear view
And you cool one, you a real one
 

Mi mamá me hablaba a mi del C H I
Por alla, bien lejo
Donde yo naci, donde yo creci


Y ahora te entiendo tanto mamita :sm:
 
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