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Nigga, what heat?\nYeah, I stole shit, sold it in the streets, I'm a go-getter\nNever jealous of a nigga, gotta stack my money\nSteal another nigga figures\nI don't need a fucking chain, bitch I'm here to gain that\nBitch, I need fucking ring, but not for no dame\nWe all call this here a game cause we in it for the same\nIn it for the funds, throw a little ones\nListen to the drums smoke inside your lungs\nGet a little drunk, got your bitch speaking tounges\nHave a little offspring, and be able support it\nKnown if we was broke, clinic woulda got aborted\nWork now, play now, a nigga runnin' offense\nBitch, I'm in Miami and I'm swimming with the Dolphins\n\nEven though we have our own\nProblems and differences\nI still fuck\nWith you\nEven though we had our own\nFallouts, we pitchin' fits\nI still fuck\nWith you\n\nEven though we have our own\nProblems and differences\nI still fuck\nWith you\nEven though we had our own\nFallouts, we pitchin' fits\nI still fuck\nWith you\n\nI don't like going sober toExplain the hospital\nShit only make me nauseous, I'm not with it\nSo I'm out front parked in a car with a\nFew of my niggas heart getting foggier\nLast year, I ain't know what the cost of a coffin was\nSo now I'm often buzzed in the apartment bummin'\nLooking for new chords and a larger Nugget\nI'm the stars above me when I spark and tug this\nFar from hard, but I'm a snarl in public\nCause we large in numbers, Trash Wang\nWolf Gang, we the clique, not a stain on me, ho\nNot a fray in a knit, in the car with the work\nNow, real nigga quiet while the talking occurs\nFeel like I'm flying when I'm off from the herb\nFuck 'em all, let the army disperse\nKnow the swamp lay 'em all in the dirt\nHad to stop, re-assess some agendas\nTad bit sicker than the rest of the clinic\nMaybe head up, sending threats to your henchmen\nWe the best, period, the end of the sentence\nRoughneck putting paws to the pavement\nLane switch, I'm a blow haze 'till I can't think\nShrink told me I should learn how to pace this\nBig homie told me, \"Nah, nigga, take this.\"\nShots 'till my damn liver hates me\nMomma saying that she knowing that I need help\nNah, on the highway to Hades with my\nMotherfuckin' seatbelt off","syncedLyrics":"[00:28.65] We was kids when we first met, I can't forget\n[00:40.07] When we met, I took a breath, I recollect we took a step\n[00:42.32] Together, unison, I was a bad boy, a hooligan\n[00:44.91] Now Junior went, I'm full of sin\n[00:46.51] Speaking poetry to your innocence, dividend indifferent\n[00:49.24] 'Bout deliberate relations 'cause she know a nigga ignorant\n[00:51.76] Like bull's eye, I grew with the wind\n[00:53.62] And forget about the shit, pretend like it never happened\n[00:56.02] Just friends or belligerent enemies sending false\n[00:58.23] Energy to belly feeds to the fire of the pedigree\n[01:00.51] Life's a bitch in the seventies, to the\n[01:02.67] Third degree and I ain't got a job, but shit it works for me\n[01:05.22] She love the fact that I live driving on the edge\n[01:07.23] Purposely, money ain't for degree, but it's worth a C\n[01:09.63] I go blind for that little light of mine\n[01:12.09] Keep it cited, ma, and I'm a let it shine\n[01:14.15] Even though we have our own\n[01:16.10] Problems and differences\n[01:18.54] I still fuck\n[01:20.49] With you\n[01:23.07] Even though we had our own\n[01:25.28] Fallouts, we pitchin' fits\n[01:27.98] I still fuck\n[01:29.40] With you\n[01:31.33] I was never a motherfucker to want beef\n[01:33.37] Until you went and put my shit out in the front streets\n[01:35.56] Yeah, I sold drugs. 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