D.4.T.S.
Ghvstz & CGB
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Yeah I live for this shit and imma die for this shit Imma bleed, imma sweat, imma cry for this shit Stay wit’ a down shawty who gon’ ride for this shit And broski keep the 9 incase they try me for this shit I live for this shit and imma die for this shit Got caught up in the mix, way too high for this shit Pushin’ weight, catch a case, n imma lie for this shit And if 12 up in the ends, imma hide for this shit Name someone going harder in the paint (in the paint) Just tryna see the stars up in the Wraith (skrt skrt skrt) Been cooking off the juice, no Minute Maid (nah) How he don’t leave the ends, still somehow making plays, yeah (woah) Need a whip, push to start, no keys, like New hood for my momma, no fiends, like Need to start manifesting these dreams, like Tryna thumb blue deads, no green, like Need a counter to add up the cream, like No new friends, same team, like Bring a few ‘phones back to O.T, like Mans been feeling like Kawhi in this shit Cause I be hitting 3’s, crunch time in this shit And when I’m gone, I know they won’t survive in this shit I’m sick of being humble, gon’ get mines in this shit I live for this shit and imma die for this shit Imma bleed, imma sweat, imma cry for this shit Stay wit’ a down shawty who gon’ ride for this shit And broski keep the 9 incase they try me for this shit I live for this shit and imma die for this shit Got caught up in the mix, way too high for this shit Pushin’ weight, catch a case, n imma lie for this shit And if 12 up in the ends, imma hide for this shit Yo, CG, can’t go, yo I just pulled up with my dawgs Was so used to hitting them frauds I got the money in palms Earned it, you know I’m the don I just been praying to God I had to break a few laws Been working through all my flaws I had to find a new cause Spending cash on all the KAWS Murakami for my Mom I’m just gon’ drip when I floss I’m just gon’ drip wit’ my bag Working double for my bag Working so much, they think I’m insane Yeah they probably right, I am Tryna put on for my mans Tryna put on for myself I need the money and health I do it all for my fans I’m doing this shit for my health Tryna blow up on the shelves Tryna blow up on the low I ain’t never doing blow Yeah, the green it keep me high I don’t need to touch the snow Even in the winter cold I be floatin’ like my flows Yeah, the homie VCTR knows We ‘bout to f*ck up a show We ‘bout to make all the gold And plaques from records we sold Man, you should know I live for this shit and imma die for this shit Imma bleed, imma sweat, imma cry for this shit Stay wit’ a down shawty who gon’ ride for this shit And broski keep the 9 incase they try me for this shit I live for this shit and imma die for this shit Got caught up in the mix, way too high for this shit Pushin’ weight, catch a case, n imma lie for this shit And if 12 up in the ends, imma hide for this shit
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Written by: Benjamin Cooligan, Conor Brisard
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