Lyrics:
Split by pokkisham
When you see me cry
You don't say a thing to dry my eyes
But when she calls you at home
You've got plenty of talk goin' on
You
never known
He had to hustle so he could pay the rent
Played all the aces and wound up president
You see it's okay
Got to find your own way
Keep
plant it and we drive it real slow
In the farm life, just livin' the farm life
We're waking up in the more before the sun does
Feed the cows
wanna put Jigga fist in cuffs
Divorce him and split his bucks
Just because you got good head, I'ma break bread
so you can be livin it up? Shit I..
parts
toes, like fuck it, had a hard knock life as a child
Three-twenty-three in ninety-nine, got notified by the scout
Jumped off the porch, father in prison
not how to get it
Cause Im a hog I need it all no I can't split it
But if you get there what u gon' do with it
Yeahhh know I'm livin'
I can tell you
the tide
I been alone all my life
So no I don't need a wife
And she keep callin' my phone
But I won't pick up cuz I
I been livin' off the grid, yuh
I been
Wet up yuh enz
Cardi chill, Weh yuh know bout waps?!
All that chat
You ain't seen my block
You ain't seen this straps STUPID!
And I know this fool
said ask me what you livin' like
Get your feet up out the dirt
Lookin in the mirror your reflection make it hurt
Carve a happy picture in your flesh
By the time there's nothing left to choose
One half has the answer, the other looks for clues
It's a fine line
A very fine line
Split decision
By the time there's nothing left to choose
One half has the answer, the other looks for clues
It's a fine line
A very fine line
Split decision
get your ass with-up, with-up, with-with-up
The fuck up, like J. Lo and Ben Affleck-etic
And I ain't athletic (uh uh)
I bring it to your front door like
on a yacht, pictures on a beach by the sea
Your physique is on fleek, 5'4", it's petite, you look sweet (uh)
Fill you up with cum, don't let it leak
Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks
This ghetto got me thinkin about death
When will it stop
Either you punch the clock
Or you open up shop
Chorus
stay up late night till it's clicking
We stay livin' do it for the woman and children
Yeah come again, we been outside heaven sent we been outside by
of the phrase paid dues
And if you wanna emcee, you better study the craft
Or you might get cut up and laughed at by some guys that kinda hate you
Now I ain't
like you ain't livin' all them righteous bars
Over righteous like a Pharisees sayin' you ain't living by them righteous bars
Wicked men tryna bury me
tomorrow
Tomorrow tomorrow can't worry bout tomorrow
It ain't promised today, we still livin for tomorrow
If you was broke today, run that check up by
Run it up
Got the cash that's Rob in a money truck
Green with the hash go bun it up
Keys in the dash, don't fuck it up
I got it they said that I
a little lovin'
Livin' nothing down south)
(A black man, that not too many understand)
It's Saturday, time to play
I gotta hit the street, I'm chilling not
You're livin' out dreams of you on top
My mind is achin', oh lord it won't stop
That's how it's happened, livin' life by the drop
Up and down that
Oh, hey
Yeah, it's Breezy
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Pull up on your bitch, tell your man I'm sorry
Hundred on my wrist, jumpin' out the 'Rari
Ooh, she
(what)
We get 'em up at the drop of a dime bro
And did a day livin' by the AK
>From the ??? overseas, TRU niggas blowin' trees'
And gettin'
Woked up late, tell her I'm sendin' this to Bess
Ain't nothin' in life I get, and I'm livin' with regret
Lost my bitch, her name was Bess
Livin
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