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You frontin' on the 'gram, I'm frontin' on your man He was actin' sideways, he was frontin' on the plan Now they at the juice bars, backin' up the vans Gotta shit load of fruit, we ain't packin' up the spins We packin' up the stores, thugs you adore 'Cause we keep the hood healthy, give it to 'em raw Wife had the vision and the pharmacy was born Made a couple sales, now the pharmacy is on Enough about that, back to the raps Yeah, you learn to adapt when your finances lack Some get a job and others get a pack Couple niggas lose their way and they never get it back They ain't even dead but they ain't livin' life So, me I double up, yeah, you know I get it twice Came from the dark so you know I get it bright And I did a lotta wrong so I'm tryna do it right Let the truth be told, let the lies be told Know the good die young and may the wise get old On a hot summer day, they make your life be cold You can either play killer or the Gandhi role Let the truth be told, let the lies be told Know the good die young and may the wise get old On a hot summer day, they make your life be cold You can either play killer or the Gandhi role SongtexteYou could try to front, me, I'm tryna punk Reminisce on the past, no lights for a month No food in the ridge, fuck life in this dump Got a nigga real pissed, act hype if you want You can get a shot to your body, a knife to your lung Shit is gettin' dark, yearn for life in the sun Burn weed, burn money, every bullet in the gun Every tire on the whip just to get a lil' crumbs With the yardie's eatin' jerk, smokin' pot, drinkin' Rum I call my African cousin for dope in the drum I call my Latin homie for coke in the slums We went from white to green 'cause none of us is dunce Feds goin' get you or the lead gon' get you Or a grimy bitch that give good head gon' get you If you thirsty for fame, the bread gon' get you If you walk on the ledge, the edge gon' get you (Ghost) Let the truth be told, let the lies be told Know the good die young and may the wise get old On a hot summer day, they make your life be cold You can either play killer or the Gandhi role Let the truth be told, let the lies be told Know the good die young and may the wise get old On a hot summer day, they make your life be cold You can either play killer or the Gandhi role Aus Songtexte Mania