Lyrics:
It's my life
I just can't live a lie
It's full of sacrifice
But it is my life
I want the people all around me to know
I'll never give up on this music
expect
Get it while it last
Ima youngin' but knowing it best from experience
All we do is trap
All we do is trap
Live from the cut throat
And we ain't
I make her drip
Pazookie
All facts no print
Sell a few pics now she up on rent
I can fuck around and get a timeshare with the bitch
With Jacuzzis
or Scot La Rock
But they can get bust
Get robbed, get dropped
I don't play around
Nor do I fuck around
And you can tell by the bodies that are
All must suffer
All must strife
In this battlefield
We call life
A constant struggle
Day by day
Everyone is hard up
With bills to pay
Hard working
the shadows this my history no story
Coming up from the wicked streets
Yea the city of fallen soldiers
All my dawgs making money
We wanna live the life like
violent just raw feelings
They conspiring and it's all theories
Never bothered by the bickering of those who've never risked what I risked
To come close
Lucky I'm not blicked up otherwise get shot
I'm backed by woo so best not op
Bump my shit, hustla a bop
Sooner or later I will get shot
But till then,
that’s not a paradox
I was in a pair of socks doing ergot with that pale thot
You got your makeup hair and nails by
So roll up that L and right when you
up 85 on the dash
Wondering is this the dream are we really free at last
Then you see the news another death by the cops hand
Black man you ain’t free
tell you haven't been around here before
If you ain't ridin' with us you can get up and go
Cousins need a visa just to come see the snow
Own the music
I'm thinking of a concept
To help you wrap your mind around this non-sense
All i see is violence its common
All i see is people fighting over what
I'm thinking of a concept
To help you wrap your mind around this non-sense
All i see is violence its common
All i see is people fighting over what
the losses and the gains
Still sometimes I get caught up in the past I can't say why
All our lives are just a smudge of smoke
Or just a breath of wind
Black man hold your seed up
To the moon like roots
And let 'em digest these fruit's
It's good to live on
"I blow up the spot" "I blow up the spot"
"I
Is it
The hell I ever mean to live?
This is here
Where all comes to an end
Where despair and fears become one
Rotten sea of thousands hands onto my
bag it up, sell it
Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it
Death to them niggas getting caught go and tell it
Every time I turn around, y'all got
we all gotta to drink
Volume up and we all go up
18 plus cause we all grown up
Adults adults adults but we wild out like we give no fucks
I just wanna
(Trying to live up with your gangsters)
Got to ride 5 deep
Can't get set up by hoes
I got a lil bitch and I swear I'm on go
I got a lil girl that be calling
I just woke up but I’m half asleep
I live my life like I'm in a dream
Sometimes feel lost when I’m at home
Spend too much time staring at my phone
Yo, see hand me that muthafuckin' ratchet man
These niggas talkin' all that beef shit
Soon as this nigga come around the muthafuckin' corner
I'ma lay
a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl keep your head
This is my life I just live it how I please
Gettin' by with my expertise not on my knees
Just gettin' by
Yeah, yeah, just gettin' by, gettin' by
Yeah
my fantasies (yo, yo, yo, alright)
Well, woman a ready fi gimme da ting dey ya ready ta really get it live
Tellin' me all about de tings you
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