Lyrics:
It's wild
I get paid to make songs and shit (This shit crazy)
I get paid to speak my mind
Y'all pay me for that
Wow
Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, uh
It's like
Yeah, ayy yeah, ayy
Yeah, ayy yeah
Yeah, ayy mustard on the beat, ho
You know when this song come
On, it's the shit, my nigga
(yeah, ayy) call a few
Yeah
VVS look like a star, yeah
I took the top off the car (yeah)
We don't abide by the law (no)
You don't know what I done saw (saw)
Can't
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
there there
But I sit back like yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I'm only here for the paper, by any means
Reddies are my kinda flavour, I'll try any
to run from the text (Yeah, yeah)
I'm not the one who will snake by your side (Yeah, yeah)
I'm not the one who going to fuck up your life (Yeah, yeah)
I'm
poor Champagne at the party
Money ain't a thing
Yeah baby it's on me
Id done live a life
And ive done did some worst things
So Im living everyday like
Oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah uh uh uh uh
One time
Yeah
It's gonna get better
(Yeah Yeah)
I'm standing by my window
(Yes I'm standing by your window baby)
deserve to live, yeah (live, yeah)
You ain't tryna ride, fuck up out the whip (fuck up out the whip, skrr skrr, skrr skrr)
If I wasn't makin' songs I'd be
Hear ye take a listen
King of kings he is risen
Every sin he defeated
So ion see why you trippen
Yeah he done did it (yeah yeah)
Yeah he done did it
Ooh
Squat made the beat
Turn me up, Josh
Ooh
Go Grizz
Ooh
W-W-W-Winner's Circle
Yeah, yeah, yeah, God, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
We agree to disagree
Stick around for too long is misery
They singing my song it's meant to be
Been gone for too long are you missing me?
Don't let
Is poverty the epitome of unhappiness?
I never was poor, but I can tell you this
Being wealthy, ain't all it's cracked up to be
Sure, there's hardly
Vlone and you’ll live long
Lil' Vlone, Lil' Vlone, Lil' Vlone
Lil' Vlone
Lil' Vlone, ayy, yeah, ayy, uh, Vlone
(Did it by myself)
Did it by myself, did it
One, two, three, four, five-trey-five
Ses Fac players make the party more live
Thang, my thang, I keep my mind on the G's
Blanco (ki-ki-ki, ki)
yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
All I write is derivative
Yeah yeah
I'm dying in a fight
Where everyone thinks God's on their side
No he ain't
How I live
it cool, but on the cool we 'bout to pop yeah (yeah yeah yeah)
Chase your dreams by any means, that's what my pops says
Don't lose your way and keep
and pray
But we all end up the remains of the day
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (that's right)
Yeah yeah yeah
Well our girl is a beauty known for miles
or die, it's nothin' but a dark side
Fugees on the mic, yeah, yeah
Yo', refugees on the mic, oh yeah, oh yeah
H-to-the-A-to-the-I-to-the-T-to-the-I
Live
it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, this is how we live
Bitches, bitches,
three
Oh yeah yeah oh yeah yeah yeah yeah
(Ooh) oh yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah (Ooh)
Never had much faith in love or miracles
(Ooh) never wanna put
From the moment I go to bed 'till I wake up
All day, this is all I can think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
So I go straight at opponents' heads with this
time
Want a Z on my chain when it hits the light it shines
Get some cash from a Nike check Endorsement dolla signs
Can't live like these guys imma die
wifey you got bitches
You can really see the difference with decisions that you live with
Yeah and I don't need to flex
I'm out here doing my best
I say
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