He testified and took the stand he ain't want better he tried to ride on your side but he ain't want better if u my brudda u my dawg then we riding forever let's load the stick let's load the glock it's time to slide together
I ain't never ever want for shit I ain't stopping to my pieces lit off the bag tryna work my move I'm tryna go and make 36 growing up I never had shit but a bankroll and a bad bitch dice game tryna work my wrist Six 8 betting on the split in the streets we play for keeps everybody out to kill and the Main ones be fake be the ones saying they real and we been growing up in the city where the lord swells and when the smoke up in the air n****z gone be quick to tell cuz don't nobody wanna do time thuggin riding in a cell and a n***a will snitch on ya before he take the time and go to jail I made a decision made me a move and I put them hunnids on the plane n****z be going out like hoes n****z not near gang in taking chances with my life gambling at the dice game they ain't have to suffer growing up so they ain't have to feel the pain and I got some dawgs in the half way house tryna maintain because they know that they one step closer from the chain gang
One I thing I learned every n***a all for self gotta ride wit that pole on your side I done already seen death and I flipped over in that crash grateful that the lord was there and you gotta respect everyone u will no see the wealth and if u grown and ain't got bills then u just free loading and I got percs and I got racks bussing out the jeans homie and I gotta go hard for my gang gotta feed the team homie I don't rock balmian g-star my jeans homie these n****z ain't having no paper don't got no hustle going broke in knowing I mix the cookie with the gelato man you know it's blowing and when a n***a start getting him some money n***a it's gone start showing u had your chance to be the middle man but u had to blown it I gotta go in gotta take a win can't take a loss again I got some homies riding in the pin lord forgive for my sins I'm tryna work my move to let em in they ain't tryna get in I'm on the road tryna get rich you rather trip about a bitch (yea)
Lil Trevo - Let Em Kno Lyrics
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He testified and took the stand he ain't want better he tried to ride on your side but he ain't want better if u my brudda u my dawg then we riding forever let's load the stick let's load the glock it's time to slide together
I ain't never ever want for shit I ain't stopping to my pieces lit off the bag tryna work my move I'm tryna go and make 36 growing up I never had shit but a bankroll and a bad bitch dice game tryna work my wrist Six 8 betting on the split in the streets we play for keeps everybody out to kill and the Main ones be fake be the ones saying they real and we been growing up in the city where the lord swells and when the smoke up in the air n****z gone be quick to tell cuz don't nobody wanna do time thuggin riding in a cell and a n***a will snitch on ya before he take the time and go to jail I made a decision made me a move and I put them hunnids on the plane n****z be going out like hoes n****z not near gang in taking chances with my life gambling at the dice game they ain't have to suffer growing up so they ain't have to feel the pain and I got some dawgs in the half way house tryna maintain because they know that they one step closer from the chain gang
One I thing I learned every n***a all for self gotta ride wit that pole on your side I done already seen death and I flipped over in that crash grateful that the lord was there and you gotta respect everyone u will no see the wealth and if u grown and ain't got bills then u just free loading and I got percs and I got racks bussing out the jeans homie and I gotta go hard for my gang gotta feed the team homie I don't rock balmian g-star my jeans homie these n****z ain't having no paper don't got no hustle going broke in knowing I mix the cookie with the gelato man you know it's blowing and when a n***a start getting him some money n***a it's gone start showing u had your chance to be the middle man but u had to blown it I gotta go in gotta take a win can't take a loss again I got some homies riding in the pin lord forgive for my sins I'm tryna work my move to let em in they ain't tryna get in I'm on the road tryna get rich you rather trip about a bitch (yea)
I ain't never ever want for shit I ain't stopping to my pieces lit off the bag tryna work my move I'm tryna go and make 36 growing up I never had shit but a bankroll and a bad bitch dice game tryna work my wrist Six 8 betting on the split in the streets we play for keeps everybody out to kill and the Main ones be fake be the ones saying they real and we been growing up in the city where the lord swells and when the smoke up in the air n****z gone be quick to tell cuz don't nobody wanna do time thuggin riding in a cell and a n***a will snitch on ya before he take the time and go to jail I made a decision made me a move and I put them hunnids on the plane n****z be going out like hoes n****z not near gang in taking chances with my life gambling at the dice game they ain't have to suffer growing up so they ain't have to feel the pain and I got some dawgs in the half way house tryna maintain because they know that they one step closer from the chain gang
One I thing I learned every n***a all for self gotta ride wit that pole on your side I done already seen death and I flipped over in that crash grateful that the lord was there and you gotta respect everyone u will no see the wealth and if u grown and ain't got bills then u just free loading and I got percs and I got racks bussing out the jeans homie and I gotta go hard for my gang gotta feed the team homie I don't rock balmian g-star my jeans homie these n****z ain't having no paper don't got no hustle going broke in knowing I mix the cookie with the gelato man you know it's blowing and when a n***a start getting him some money n***a it's gone start showing u had your chance to be the middle man but u had to blown it I gotta go in gotta take a win can't take a loss again I got some homies riding in the pin lord forgive for my sins I'm tryna work my move to let em in they ain't tryna get in I'm on the road tryna get rich you rather trip about a bitch (yea)
Writer: Lil Trevo
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