Lyrics:
'Cause I'm knowin' how he feel and I'm just bein' real
I don't hate and I don't preach it, ain't no motherfuckin secret
We ain't first class citizens
status
Livin' just to stack a dollar bill
Livin' a life that'll get 'em killed
Or end up in a prison cell
What, you don't think they listen, well
They do,
a given, life's a test of the will
By this truth be driven, no secret to reveal
You gotta just keep diggin', and keep on livin'
Hey preacher preacher, can I
else?)
By 21 I made a mil' twice (Yeah)
Your dreams, my real life
I'm up early, you still asleep (Sleep)
I've been a wolf and I kill the sheep
Gotta pray
you're not about that life
Don't fuck with the team
Coz we put this money where our mouth is
They never understand it
I can never stand them
Five bills
months go by, I'm working 9-5
I hate my fucking job but it fucking pays the bills
My hearts not in it, feels like I'm standing still
I made the right moves
won't realize it's there 'till you lie in the mud
Developed in secret labs
Invented to kill
Your life in its hands it grabs
Now's the time to pay your
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Take several down, lock it in
Got a stash, brought another bill
Pay you off before I shot and kill
Tell them other trenches that I ain't fell
I throw
Started out being raised by a single mother
A boy from a broken home i love my dear mama
I fell in love with music ever since
I heard tupac rapping
it on hush it's a secret well kept
Money send me a friend request I press accept
Lot of languages global love money dialect
Walking by faith not by
for the quotes but they never cop
I can buy 80 pair of Diors my hoodie Lacoste
It's real life in every line it ain't just a rhyme
We gon pay our bills
I could neva chill wit a nigga cant keep a secret for me
Fuck if is a 100 degrees i got the heater on me
Flo is on bucket of water for niggas
Leave it to us to manufacture the glass house to display your ripped up rag dolls.
Well it's no secret, we all want a cigarette and coffee break.
you don't bring no money through
Look I only feel capes
And to get it I kill Jakes
By the time I'm twenty want to be the ghetto Bill Gates
You
on mixed nuts, who wants to hold 'em?
[Chorus]
My life ain't as cool as your life
And more than likely, I'll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So
The room got very still
One of them carried the breath of God
Tucked way back in his bill
I know it was the breath of God
It's the same as the secret of life
of attacks
Government bills, dogdgy deals
Leads to another life, crime on wheels
I'm so broke that it's no joke
Surrounded by addicts who be on coke
If I
on mixed nuts, who wants to hold 'em?
[Chorus]
My life ain't as cool as your life
And more than likely, I'll be stabbed in my sleep by your wife
So
done came bitch
I feel like Frank Gallagher I'm shameless
Yeah I'm shameless
Chasin' bills
My life a thrill
Feel like Hank Hill yeah
King of the Hill
lead a man to a link
But that don't mean he gonn' click
What's this? Y'all ain't really on no deep shit
I peeped it, scared of a motherfuckin' secret
them grams and pounds
Its by any means i gotta feed my fucking fam
Two boys and a girl with bills out the ass
A couple power stings that only want
Victoria Secret lingerie on
Layin? up with my nigga tonight
When we about to get it on
We turn off the phone
It's all about my man, tonight
Yeah, tonight
By the time I'm 21
I'll be the ghetto bill gates
You were born to be an angel
That it was in my brain too
Now the only star spangled
Is
.jpg/300px-Greg_Laswell_at_Doug_Fir_9_19_08_(2891838166).jpg "Greg Laswell")
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