Lyrics:
You big stench in my life, you big stench
Huh, I'm big rich
Go run that comma, tell your mama, ho-ho
You know I'm crazy like my mama, ho-ho
You
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(She never just stuck around me)
Live my life before it end
Live my life before it (uh)
Before it end - I lived it before
Live my life b-
This the story
This the story
Of a young rich nigga
This the story of a young rich nigga (Rich nigga!)
This the story of a young rich nigga (Uh
attack
Just a dream with no end in sight
Waking up to evening
Now it seems I live this rotten life
Spoiled rotten life, frozen hair with burning hands
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
it come with a price tag?
Do you wanna live life, slow
Or you wanna live life fast?
Fuck you want outta life?
You wanna ball til you die?
You want all
I'm sick of this shit dawg, I'm tired of bein? broke
I wanna live like da rich folks
I want da house with da big boat
I wanna wake up one mornin?
timeline, rich nigga timeline (rich nigga, go, rich nigga, uh)
Rich nigga timeline, ye ain't live your life like mine (nah, no)
Rich nigga timeline, rich
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
accept this robbery of life? Why accept this pillage?
For Christ's sake take up your bed and walk.
Let the blind see end the deaf hear.
The rights
about trapping with
Them hundred-round drummers, boy?
Counting bread and killing instrumentals
Made by Drumma Boy (Paper Route Empire)
I'm doing too much
of a million men, Versace shades trimmed in gold
My life's big like them cameras explode
Capture this rags to riches story that I unfold
The youth fountain for
wanna live the life
Of the rich and famous fame (Fame)
Doin' it for the fame (Fame)
'Cause we got a taste for
Champagne and endless fortune
Fame, fame,
So I can give a fuck about your comments
I promise, I promise
Cause we all gonna die one day
But I'mma live my life my way!
Remind me why we in this
to nothing
So fuck it its back to this hustling damn
Im just tryna get rich yea
Its die tryna get rich yea
Gotta get it how we live
So you know what time it is
you have
To be strong in his word
By living your life
I can't be alone in this battleship
I'm heading on to the top
With ma Jesus piece
Big cars, rich
you have
To be strong in his word
By living your life
I can't be alone in this battleship
I'm heading on to the top
With ma Jesus piece
Big cars, rich
wanna live my life
Even though I ain’t living right
This year is my season
Hustling fo’ a reason
Trynna get rich
Karma is a bitch
Even though I wanna
shots in the air for my true thugs out there (this life I live of mine)
This life I live of mine (yeah, yeah)
This life is crazy (yeah) (so crazy,
shots in the air for my true thugs out there (this life I live of mine)
This life I live of mine (yeah, yeah)
This life is crazy (yeah) (so crazy,
his music on the rise
You can see it in his eyes
Didn't notice the demise of the culture
Not tryna insult ya with words
You surrounded by these
hate this money with a passion
Money is just a paper
I got value of my assets, I got value of my mental
It's me, Fraser or 169 on an instrumental
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