Just Living II

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Uncle Trey

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On the turnpike smelling like last night
Full tank, cruise control, got the gas light
My main chick stopped hoping I would act right
Cause I ain't messy and I come home with the math right
All these wins been adding up
And money multiplying, uncle making em ante-up
My bank statement makes a bold statement
Y'all fooled by these niggas who food, we at the door ain't bearing edible arrangements
Short-termed your favorite, took her through terminals
Topped off my glass and topped off in convertibles
Opened up my mind, now look at how he close
I'm tryna get the whole gang to the Amalfi Coast
We get the villa or the floor so no complaints about disturbance
Y'all stunting in rooms with white fridges and shower curtains
Kev got me on cigars, I'm sipping whisky, bumping Luther
Your mans a bad bitch, taking selfies, sucking hookah
He claim he tapped in but man, I doubt it
The plug but where's his currency? Bitch I'm the outlet
The drip that's on me, no it ain't out yet
And I'll be on the next by the time y'all found it
I don't rap to just my friends no more
All my words worldwide, I put my pen on tour
I should probably change my alias to jet lagged TreY
Frequently the fliest nigga, paid when I say
Told y'all this shit I do
Heard the money call, there's my cue
Life's cray, yeah I might be too
I'm just living man, how bout you
Look where we came from, who knew
Can't stop til I get that view
Life's cray and I might be too
I'm just living man, how bout you
I'm owed debt from every one of my doubters
Said my voice was monotone, guess my actions spoke louder
Go with flow's what I say to women, not with my life
I'm the new five foot assassin, rest in peace to Phife
Got bonita applebums tryna kick it with a nigga
Been invited to threesomes cause destined for six figures
I'm manifesting into higher tax brackets
No allegations, only alterations on my jacket
I got a thing for them southern belles
Tatted women with big titties, yeah I know em well
Inside and out, what we record ain't for no story baby, we signing out
Yeah our location in the cut baby, we hiding out
Was riding dirty, niggas needed washcloths
Now that LLC's ensuring money's washed off
No need to talk bout gangsta shit that I ain't been in
I only know the hustle and hoes, that's how I'm living
I was uptown making rounds out in Gun Hill
I ran through Soundview, I'm on my run still
Riding with a baddie Cross Bronx to the Throgs-Neck
And dropped off step-kids in your baby-moms neck
Optimistic we're destined opulence
I made all my visions real, their reality's oculus
Want the job done good? Better do it yourself
Just to say job's done, good, I did it better myself
Told y'all this shit I do
Heard the money call, there's my cue
Life's cray, yeah I might be too
I'm just living man, how bout you
Look where we came from, who knew
Can't stop til I get that view
Life's cray and I might be too
I'm just living man, how bout you

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