La Vida (Move A Lil Different Freestyle)

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Still ain't found a chick I could trust
Or too many niggas either
That's why I call them either family or something meager
Lost leaders to sippin' liters
Puffin' more than reefers
I was composing ether off the meter
Depicting La Vida
Like a iced margarita
And a hot mamacita
Put together so soft
It's hard when I leave her
Same hood where my ken got pinned for ten dollars
Wrong sale, wrong time, sniffed out by rottweilers
Just red and blue flashes
Attackin with ratchets
Was like 65 synchronized guys with badges
Tried to make a run for home
With a bad batting average
He did, but didn't play for the league of New York
Now he gotta take that long wallk
And I know how much he hate pork
He might skin one of them down before he skate north
Hard life, move straight raw
The powder was soft
Never chipped change off
I miss my dawg rollin' with me
Sometimes you catch me racing raving down to BQE
And the diamond in the back talk and that sunroof speak
And who he talkin' groovy like his life is like a movie
But whenever Rebo wreck it
Dog It's time for them credits
Cowards snitch so much It's like I'm battling cops
You fuckers 'll get left with more cuts than Tick-Tock
This dickhead, been twat
Like what you reachin' for
You ain't heatin the four
You eatin' the floor
And now how does it feel with the blicky in your jaw
While my cup runneth over spillin' Remy on the floor
You felt my energy when I stepped in the room
My niggas is all hoodies
It's like the Legion of Doom
Hustler life
You can pay me in green or white
Or the fee is your life How you want it? the heat or the knife
Cut your tongue out while you eat your girl heat of the night
Then toss it at her like Here, finish that yourself
They hate the one with the belt, And how I sauce these tracks
So many niggas on my dick, I thought I lost my sack
Man, I'm deep in the K
It's still home but I sleep with the K
I dreamed of white and had visions of yay
Never been a Con man
I leave it in God's hands
But still I'm ready for war
Holdin' the grip steady
I steady the 4
You need to steady some more
And you can't imagine
How much I'm all about the Benji's
My girl get in the mood
My bank accounts Givenchy
Walk through my halls, my walls, you might see Da Vinci
Louis 1 3 Remy, Briefcase with the semis
With a Bible
Sittin' right next to the Quran
I ain't a demon
I been fiendin
To get this beast off my arm
I give you the whole clip
F*ck it, give him it all
I hit him on the back block
Or I can hit him in the mall
Drop him off the rooftop
Or send his ass through the floor
Hit him with the oil out the pot
Or with a broken door
Niggas want some more

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