Letras
I'm on the same shit 9 out of the 10 I got my Blee
Cause I ain't slipping rather do a 23
I lost a lot of dead homies to the streets
I lost my trust in Allah so I don't pray to the east
How many days
Yeah
How many days
Hell raised so we can never be the same
I swear down to my faith
Middle fingers to the Jakes
Getting by every day
And they just slap us in a cage
Yeah
I had nothing from the start
Eh
I lost my brother what you know about pain
Allah 'yeah'
O Lord O Lord O Lord
Looking at these pics and I'm beefing niggas from throws
Now I'm trinna kill him I swear he used to be bro
I guess it is what it is
Guess that Niggas gotta go
How they dissing me I put these niggas on a stove
Just a rapper with some melodies and flows
Put me in your song and I'll be coming at your throat
I'll have hittas at your home green light that's a go
Money on your dome I'll pay for these souls
Who am I
Who am I who am I
If I stand by yeah
I can't stand by yeah
You'll get your hands tied
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I'm on the same shit 9 out of the 10 I got my Blee
Cause I ain't slipping rather do a 23
I lost a lot of dead homies to the streets
I lost my trust in Allah so I don't pray to the east
How many days
Yeah
How many days
Hell raised so we can never be the same
I swear down to my faith
Middle fingers to the Jakes
Getting by every day
And they just slap us in a cage
Yeah
There just hating
There hating cause I done it
There hating
Cah I come back
And there just
They can't do it like me
Uno what I'm saying
I'm trinna vibez baddie with me smoking my cali
Ride with this mask my nigga yeah that's the Bally
More then my mother see I'm close with this Rammy
Yeah
Cause I got close to alley
Talking thenes
Yeah
Talking thenes
Yeah
Life ain't sweet
Imagine rolling with a knife in your jeans
Cause niggas want your life on these streets yeah
Why these niggas want more yeah
Why these niggas want more
600 I'll be down for the cause
I got bine for a bitch in this war
I'm on the same shit 9 out of the 10 I got my Blee
Cause I ain't slipping rather do a 23
I lost a lot of dead homies to the streets
I lost my trust in Allah so I don't pray to the east
How many days
Yeah
How many days
Hell raised so we can never be the same
I swear down to my faith
Middle fingers to the Jakes
Getting by every day
And they just slap us in a cage
Yeah