Lyrics:
long nights
I'm that pretty boy with a bad bitch appetite
Pretty boy twenty-four-seven three six five
Let's ride
Let's ride
Let's ride
Let's ride
She's
time in the hospital bed by myself
Surrounded by walls, nurses and IV fluids in my veins
No phone calls, nobody bothered to check up on me
I had some
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
busters by theyself
Celly Cel:
They got no time to be trippin' on
Niggas that's tryin' to keep me down
I put that bumpin' on your trunk
my truths through my "Hard Knock Life" time my gift and a curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths
I built
my truths through my "Hard Knock Life" time my gift and a curse
I gave you volume after volume of my work so you can feel my truths
I built
(Look at life we living)
(Look at life we living)
(Look at life we living)
(Look at life we living)
(Look at life we living)
(Look at life we living)
Bricks
All my n****s flippin' chips
Gettin' rich
Even though it's hard
Tryin' to creep through these halls abroad without scar by ?
With no warning signs
S-T-G-4-L, shit, you know what I'm sayin' Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
How you dick ride a bitch she ain't gotta dick? How you wanna make songs but don't even
another flight
5% tint on da whip Yunno how we slide
clways by myself but I swear I live mob life
Ion promote violence but I'm kicking shit
Kong Fu
Live life pon a high man yuhzeet
Chorus:
Get rich, must wealthy
Gyal ya sexy, fuck then dip
Have a death wish? come test me
Shot a exit skull plenty
retirement
I, I earn my title through lack of early entitlement
'Til I was titled rich I ain't even know what entitled meant
That's wordplay, find my best
Got nothing to die for
Got nothing to light for
Rhyme four twice more
Eight miles of life force
Till I create files and crime for
Police trials and nice
Everything real life nigga, roll up maniac
You know, my young niggas really get money
Really in the streets
We in here really with the check though
P]
Ain't No Woman Like My Momma (4x)
[Chorus]
Momma Life Ain't Cool
Tell Me What Would I Do Without You (2x)
[Mystikal]
I Thank
(JT on the track again)
As a matter fact, pulled up with extra ammo
(Samy made this shit)
Stopped by the store, me and my loc, like get a pack
(Jahlil beats, holla at me)
This is the life
This is the life
Yea, this is the life
This is the life
Tony killed his own man Ty for a whole
"Make it hot" - Notorious B.I.G. (repeat 4X)
The world is filled, with pimps and hoes
We'll just talk about those I knows
The world is mine, can't
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
by A Meteorite
The new end of civilization thinking media rite
It's paid for the stories manipulated by the rich
94 nas said life is a bitch
Too old
(4:30 in the morning, mira)
You know what I mean, mira
Dame te culo, mami (give me my shit back)
Yo, Fat Joe and them is here now, word
(Shine
stayin' in Miami though
Uh, yeah, uh
All these hoes tryna lock in with a young nigga since I got rich
Shotoff, Gumbo and some drank, only thing in my
mi blood DNA
Rich like Dana White MMA tell him seh mi ready fi fight any day
Blue face strapped wid di K I got four pockets full lil baby
I'm so self
Ok let’s do the the math
Seven days out the week I’m writing to a new beat
Multiplied by the funk that got ya movin' ya feet
Yo girl looking more
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