GRIND SO I DON'T LACK
i've been in the streets like i don't mind getting deceased from,put that mask on nigga you know we're gonna play with real toys.watch you smile everytime you see me make it home,put a ring on finger nd call you my own.just got home babe am sorry but now i gat leave,leave a hundred bands take care of yourself girl i'll i be back.am a thug am a hustler the streets is my home,tryna run up this Ms, house up the hills V.V.S,Celine and maybach,God gat ma back nigga grind so i don't lack.caught a nigga lacking brody he sent him to the skies,tell a nigga don't die everytime he be outside, slide for my hommies nd pray we never die.gamble with our life's nigga the odds are bigger now,like a nigga tjay brody he beat the odds took in seven shots it ain't his time nigga he destined to win.HOLD UP...HOLD UP....HOLD UP. that's why i always keep my strap,see a nigga nd i squeeze real hard,jamming those hammer like i'll be jamming those bitches,i try not to miss,dose bullet hit like a missle. i've been in the streets like i don't mind getting deceased from,put that mask on nigga you know we're gonna play with real toys.watch you smile everytime you see me make it home,put a ring on finger nd call you my own.just got home babe am sorry but now i gat leave,leave a hundred bands take care of yourself girl i'll i be back.am a thug am a hustler the streets is my home,tryna run up this Ms, house up the hills V.V.S,Celine and maybach,God gat ma back nigga grind so i don't lack.
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i've been in the streets like i don't mind getting deceased from,put that mask on nigga you know we're gonna play with real toys.watch you smile everytime you see me make it home,put a ring on finger nd call you my own.just got home babe am sorry but now i gat leave,leave a hundred bands take care of yourself girl i'll i be back.am a thug am a hustler the streets is my home,tryna run up this Ms, house up the hills V.V.S,Celine and maybach,God gat ma back nigga grind so i don't lack.caught a nigga lacking brody he sent him to the skies,tell a nigga don't die everytime he be outside, slide for my hommies nd pray we never die.gamble with our life's nigga the odds are bigger now,like a nigga tjay brody he beat the odds took in seven shots it ain't his time nigga he destined to win.HOLD UP...HOLD UP....HOLD UP. that's why i always keep my strap,see a nigga nd i squeeze real hard,jamming those hammer like i'll be jamming those bitches,i try not to miss,dose bullet hit like a missle. i've been in the streets like i don't mind getting deceased from,put that mask on nigga you know we're gonna play with real toys.watch you smile everytime you see me make it home,put a ring on finger nd call you my own.just got home babe am sorry but now i gat leave,leave a hundred bands take care of yourself girl i'll i be back.am a thug am a hustler the streets is my home,tryna run up this Ms, house up the hills V.V.S,Celine and maybach,God gat ma back nigga grind so i don't lack.
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