| My momma told me, boy be careful the might kill you kidd
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| Down my life, drug life and never change for peace, told my momma don’t worry
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| you will die rich
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| I spend and share with when my gang and with my family
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| Now we got too hoes and too hoes gang-bang with blue smoke, gone rich no gone
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| bro, chain wine like glow-blow
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| With my bros and bando’s sleeping, dreaming with band drugs, nightmares no talk
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| ghost’s, nightmares and phantoms
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| Purple smoke from my backpack, purple soul yeah i’m bad day, lean on my mouth
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| brah, im feeling down brah
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| On a IA running so fly, chasin money till I die
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| Getting problems to a pop yard to the trash bag, to go yard
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| I’m down with my squad i’m bout that dope boy
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| Used to be broke boys now we some ball boys
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| Low for my smoke boys
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| Love all my home boys
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| I love all my home boys
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| Low noise on the phone, us
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| With my bros on the low, low
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| Getting paid with the coco
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| Drop a low on slow mo
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| Party down mientras I put it down
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| Making money with your shape, mom
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| Claping for you, wishin', workin' it
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| Make a movement, make the UZI, SKRRR
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| (Skrr, skrr)
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| Fuck on it, win it like PRR
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| Driving in forward, písale gas and I skrrt
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| I’m in trap for a mill, got a heart of steel
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| I’m in trap for a mill, did it up for the bills
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| So stressed never time for chill
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| Work hard never get killed
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| Pull em' up un cheese cheese
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| Voy a ser rico homie real dill
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| My momma told me «boy be careful they might kill you kid»
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| Drama life, drug life and never change for this
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| Told my momma don’t worry you will die rich
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| I spend and share it with my gang and with my family
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| Now we too two hoes, and too hoes
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| Gang bang with blue smoke
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| Gone rich no gone broke
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| Shine wine like glow blow
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| With my bros and bandos
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| Sleeping, drinking with band drugs
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| Nightmares, no talk ghosts
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| Nightmares and phantoms
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| Purple smoke from my backpack
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| Purple soul yeah I’m bad dad
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| Lean on my mouth brah
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| I’m feeling down brah
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| On that IA running so fly
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| Chasin' money 'till I die
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| Getting problems no pop yard
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| To the trash bang to go yard
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| I’m down with my squad
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| I’m 'bout that dope boy
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| Used to be broke boys
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| Now we some ball boys
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| Used to be broke boys
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| Now we some ball boys
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| We used to be down boy
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| We out the ground boy |