Lyrics:
so ah 3nd3e Nyame na di ky3
Can't never live a broke life
Boga ma y3 deee
Nti mabr3 mabr3 oooh
Mo dza na mi ndzi m3 ni mi ndzi m3 ni na mabr3
Eno nti
home like the back of my hand
You finally calmed down
And I was upset that we had missed Saturday Night Live
We came back in, and you told me
To look
crack again?"
Fake niggas up three, bring us back again
Riding down Broad Street
I'm in the Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm unlike Mac again
Philly, money
for a cup? Three-fifty
What I payed for a pint? A cheap Civic
You got two ears for a reason, bitch, listen
Somehow I got lean on my BB Simon
How
Puttin fingerprints on my bicycle
Walkin up to have a drink at the club ?there is? three Irish chicks
Lookin at me like I'm sick
Walkin by chin-chins I
your own pleasure
All the while you know that script that you have kept on saying
Is just slander and defamation
I used to live my life with love in my
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
Paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Energy energy
Ebi fameye chale aaaoo
Berma this year de3 by hook or crook oo
Any how anyhow
Yo snow
Y3 tsie
Me adey Live my life my way
Everyday
the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
Keep up the good vibes
Dressin' up to the beat and I put my brand-new white kicks on
Knockin' down the door say hello to sunshine
Keep up the fresh
nightmare life that I lead, I crave for freedom even though I know it ain't free, I love my life but the life I live in my dreams, I ain't mired by my past
you down, be ready to strike
Howling at the moon like we own this night
One little, two little, three little, four
The wolves are around and we're
wanna fill my dish with tears dropping down
regret of the moment
smashed doors numerous times on my nose
I got fake tricks
they didn't serve me like they
know my slogan
(get em the fuck outta here)
Round 3, yeah it's getting hot in here
Y'all know my slogan
(get em the fuck outta here)
First I murder Roc,
floor by floor
Talk shit, I send 'em door by door
Made for the Snow White life, four by fours my nigga
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
if you go fit hear
Gyidi said it
King O' Tea recommend it
Live life my gee live life ma
End it
If you got life
Life life
Live it
Live it well well
If
Praise the beast to a certain extent
I don’t wanna be gothic
I don’t wanna idolize him
Nor do I wanna live in a tent
[Part 3]
[Verse 1]
I can owe my life
Talking bout
1o'clock, 2o'clock, 3o'clock, 4
Which one of my dreams
Knocking at my front door
I say
1o'clock, 2o'clock, 3o'clock, 4
Which one of my dreams
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
Nicki Minaj's eyeliner is a
Precision event, a marvel
As if drawn on by the kind of
Pre-programmed robot arm used
For laparoscopic surgeries
It is
the dungeon
And contemplate about life
It's kinda crazy that I'm on top
Of life when I don't mind
I needed you by my side
'cause you were my ride-or-die
You
on my own, I'ma put myself on these fuckin' street's
I'm sick and tired of livin' life is these city blues
I got to get my serve on ya see, I'm a come
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