Lyrics:
How many lives do we get
How many tires do we get
One life two tries if you're lucky
If you get a second chance that's a prize you posses
It ain't
head up
And when it go down, word bond we gotta get up
Too many locked down upstate, son its a set up
My life has sped up, many years I'm straight up
in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
??? devils get deaded, never regret it, only
That's what I like
That's what i like took a lot of chances made a lot of scarifice
Shawty fuck with me cause I live one hell of a life
You can't
sometimes you just wanna
Stay by yourself
[stay by yourself...]
But nah
(verse 2)
You gon' live it up
[hey]
I swear you gon' live it up
You can't give it up
the market's
Swiftly move to mark it show the world W.H.O the mark is
I'm similar to where started
I mean Ive got a Woo hand
First reports it's not spread by
Ones, my trued up friends
Goin' 'nuts' for the 'dough' by the two-plus-ten
Back then at Jolly Pirate I was two bucks in
When I...got a clue on how a few
a word pass it on like a relay.
Cause I can translate, had the gift back in pre-k, make you understand in unique ways.
Covered by His love but you know He
bars up
These rappers can’t fuck
With the kid
These niggas ain’t living the life that I live
Gang
Yeah yeah
Hook
I told my niggas we back
checking or scrolling
I better live in the moment
Lest I let it go over and
Then regret when I'm older
I need to leave the big
Bad social media machine
is true
George Jackson was real, a Black Panther too
All this happened back in '71 and two
He stood up against oppression like you should do
I put his
it back to my place
Or this the part where we part ways
I can tell you wanna stay
It's on your face
All up into my zone
Like it's going outta season
to London, I know what it's like
Just keep your head down and you, you live your life
The worlds a circle with a cross inside
We're one big target
Wake up
the things, I wanna do before the grave
I'll probably go insane just trying to figure it out
Sometimes I can′t seem to get up when I'm down
Man what's life all
Are you still breathing? X3
Breathing x2
How many lives do we have to live for our souls to be together again?
I can bare waking up alone but it will
before it begun
Now I got residual
Streamin income
Revenue
Bitch I done ran up my funds
Glock wit a beam
Shootas ahead of you
Treadin you
Dead man as soon
band my money I just hope it never fold
Monkey on my back I carry heavy loads
I can make my profits just by staring at my phone
We don't use no pads I
through the back door
The murder rate is sky high
Nigga holla ride or die
Youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo' fist up in yo'
through the back door
The murder rate is sky high
Nigga holla ride or die
Youngin' sling that iron it ain't no mo takin' pride
So put yo fist up in yo
Why, I wanted my name I wanted my life
Why, I wanted to make it out just to be here alive
I, don't understand why I'm feeling down
Why, all my
be with you!"
Then charged up, now i restore life like new batteries
While picturing a life where i see racks like nude galleries
It was two cents that
where connection is fabricated
Losing life over likes and fake validation
With little love to give, all it takes is one kid
To turn a cold heart into
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinkin' I could never live without you by my side
Then I spent so many nights Just thinking how you
ass tryna finish up the last so I can sit it in a stash
Old E. sweat dripping from the bag
Milk crates sitting on the Ave.
While I'm looking left
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