Lyrics:
Livin' fast and ballin' at Christmas time
It's fin to be a good Christmas this year
Santa know when you're good or bad and we're ballin'
The music's
seconds goes by it feels like tears to my skin
Bust down in a Bentley but was worth it
‘Cause everyday that goes by I feel like I’m dyin’
The streets hurt
talking about the shit that separates me and you, nigga it's long line
I done came through, Bentayga Bentley
Never thought that I'd be seeing this when I
the Taurus
Tryna get my hands on some Grants like Horace
Yeah, livin' the raw deal
Three course meals, spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal
But still,
brainwaves cause riots in college
Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars
Firm rappin god from the projects
It ain't hard, from medicate cars
people, wave your hands like you just don't care
Crip your enthusiasm
Mm, pen and paper, money maker, let the beat ride
Let me put you up on this nigga
down
Papoose got got a edge up wearin' the fitted
Still, to this day, I just don't get it
Like why the fuck you ain't
Take off the fitted?
What the fuck
worth
I been gettin' so high
I can't even lie like I don't know why
If we catch 'em, we gon' flip 'em, this a no fly zone
Had to play the cross 'cause
smokin
Cause this game ain't jokin
Ima come through TV car wide open
Come and please get me
Watch I just spray
I
Sippin like tha AK
Gotta clear tha block
It's like this
I got my bags packed
Backpack sittin' by the front door
Ipod, lab top, socks and drawers
The stuff that you need when you're out
your man ain't shit (he ain't shit)
So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?
Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink
This be
your man ain't shit (he ain't shit)
So why you hesitatin', actin' like yo' shit don't stink?
Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone gon' blink
This be
You gotta live by the rules
I know the business cuz I been in the pen when
I was only 19, Southsider front lining
And still riding' till this day
Aint
I guess us blacks
look the same to y'all passin' niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
man I ain't goin' home
of the Maybach seats
Feel like a king when I'm on South Beach
Livin' that dream with this M.O.B
Get, gettin' that cream while I travel overseas
Feelin' them
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
there
As long as getting Jerry cut I could work there
Dreamin' but I don't think I'm a sleep tonight
I'm livin' the dreamin'
This just can't be life
like spinach, and I'm strong to the finish
See, me, man, I'm nothin' like you
I got the kinda swagger that you ain't used to
I'm leanin' in my ride, fo'
me you ain't livin
I'm the villain who you kiddin
Spin the block like rhythmic ribbon
Imma turn you to a memory
Yo family reminiscing
Flowin like
is dirty
But that's how I like it you all on my dick
I'm all in my bag this hard as it get
I do not snort powder i might take a sip
I might hit
the homie Nate Dogg spots me
And say, "Yo what's happenin'
Oh, you don't know me no more
Went and passed me the satin"
I said, "Ah, nah, it ain't like
straight
Hold that down make the city know me
Cause I aint got no time to be broke
I aint got no time to be broke
I got a call like brrr brrr
Who's this
plane
Never be plain, I get paid and I stay in my lane, livin this way everyday (Livin this way)
Smoking on loud you can tell by the smell
Smokin
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
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