Mmm Mmm-mmm Yeah, fuck it, let me pop my shit one time
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been too solid, something got to give (Yeah, yeah) Rockin´ real diamonds before I got the deal Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill They thought it was rap cap and I told ´em that I got a mil´ You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain´t gotta steal My lil´ woadie said he fightin´ demons, feel like he gotta kill And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills
One hand on my steering wheel, other arm to work the blicky I´ma be forever gang but smart enough to keep my distance
Product of the real trenches, that´s why I wear a trench coat Damn near fucked my life gamblin´, bet it all on ten-to-four Rap get slow, I´m sellin´ loads, can´t get caught with no skinny ho Can´t get caught with no ho at all, bitch, don´t slam my door that hard I pull up like, "Oh my Lawd," she gon´ shop, she hold my card Glock four-fifth my bodyguard, I sip syrup, no noddin´ off If you know you owe me, better come and pay me, better not be a dollar short I done took the game, put it in a lock, I ain´t even try Lookin´ like a lick, tryna play slick, nigga, you´ll die
Comin´ from the bricks, I ain´t had shit, now the new Coupe 125 Yeah
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah) I done been too solid, something got to give (Ah, ah) Rockin´ real diamonds before I got the deal Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill Yeah
Do it for my family, my fans, fuck how niggas feel Told ´em it was my turn, I´m guessing that time´s here Skeleton my Cartier, makin´ sure my time pure If you were not here when we was thuggin´, you can´t come ´round here
Hard work, my grind real, I´m dedicated to get this paper He okay, he´s been a hater, I don´t know why he mad at me I won´t let the youngins take him off, and now he mad at me He better be lucky that I ain´t out here just bad rappin´ High speed, gettin´ in low gear, streets taught me have no fear I invested in the West, their niggas know I´ve sold my dope there Pretty pussy, no hair, she don´t like when I put it in my song So I can´t go there, but she know I like to go there
Nobody got hit, spin the block again (Yeah, yeah)
I done been too solid, something got to give (Yeah, yeah) Rockin´ real diamonds before I got the deal Through the grace of God, we got away, so now we gotta chill They thought it was rap cap and I told ´em that I got a mil´ You can get whatever if you ask me, you ain´t gotta steal My lil´ woadie said he fightin´ demons, feel like he gotta kill And I just left the hood to catch a vibe and that shit give me chills
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