Lyrics:
The stories of our life
Become our best friends
The first time we drove a car
Or worked a forty hour week
The last time we fell in love
Or kissed our grammas
at
Worth forty M's, I respect that
I put all my jewels on just to bone your chick
You know the boss well known for leavin' bonuses
We makin' money, may it
to Alabama two loads of that Yama and a hammer
Too legit to quit baking and fish
Aunty need G need her fix
I was praying for a brick
Baby mother on my
drinks have been given to me
I got some women that's livin' off me
Paid for their flights and hotels, I'm ashamed
Bet that you know them, I won't say no
of the poor
Life of the streets
Hustling for more
40 hours a week
Hugging the stud
Making songs like a robot
I be bringing the food
So give me my whole part
All
on the scenes
Life of the poor
Life of the streets
Hustling for more
40 hours a week
Hugging the stud
Making songs like a robot
I be bringing the food
So give
And I'm with your mother at a diner around lunch time
Then I sat there for an hour in the booth dude
While she locked herself cryin' in the bathroom
When
the blink?
OT trips with a brick tellin' my brother
"Watch my crib i'ma be
Gone for some weeks" cassidy The Hustla
That's only known on a beat
You think we
gift to the world, he's the real
He's the real Don Juan
Still livin' with his momma after forty seven years
He talks for hours 'bout himself just brings
the air (For all of y'all)
And let me know you're out there
I send this out to the homies in the hood
That stood by my side, to help a brother do
my whole life
Can't really ex- can't really ex
Can't really expect her to be here for the next forty
And livin' through death for me
I'm vividly
baby that we're expecting in June
I sat in that delivery room from noon, to noon
24 hours of labour then the nurse asked me his title for the paper
rocked when we're on a roll
Then the freak of the week makes you loose control
A Swatch for a watch, so you'll know the time
Your
gonna get down and blow the team
Me and the guys was borrowing clothes, like, "Bro, let me hold that coat this week"
Now it's after hours, I've shutdown
But I dont say word, I'll never tell
Until you get a Kanye beat, you'll never sell
[Chorus]
I'm livin a movie, not livin by rules
It's just a movie,
gotta beat 'em stupid
Only got forty-one seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wet a nigga bluer and I cannot
Grab
Yeah, can I get a 4 for 4
They say I'm crazy when I say I got them super powers
24/7 I work everyday and every hour
Mhm here I go with what I know
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saved our life
Kept it real through the drama
We still brothers now
We've done forty-five drives
Forty-five hour flights
Forty-five days a week
isn't any realer
I'm PG for life (life)
Yeah, by the hours, it will go (go)
We got loud and we got powder, call it flowers and the snow (snow)
If he
see Benny the Butch, you see Conway 'nem
Gotta do it for the homies
Livin' life on the run p Worthy
Where you been? I been stackin' my funds
Still keep
Yea. Story time homie.
A lil knucklehead. Fightin' til his knuckles bled/
Influenced by surenos. He had no love for red/
Had to be tough and rep
that nigga
That sold you that half-a-cake last week on the set"
You mean that soap for that synthetic dope
That ripped me, that shit that was wet
nigga in the gym
Young nigga got the hoes, DM poppin' like fish grease
Look what they did for a real nigga
Young nigga livin' this life
Young nigga
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