Lyrics:
Breathing Chronic in my system
Watching your body hypnotize me from your rhythm
Put that thing up in my kitchen
See your body type's to carry
Wake up, ex-wife
This is your life
Children, on your own
Turning on the telephone
Messages, manager
No time for a manicure
Working out, shake
niggaz bitches all the time
Now I'm ridin on twenties wearin nice clothes
But ain't nuttin like pimpin hoes, and ridin Vogues
I live a good life, in my
Down low double life
1, 2 equals us, she, she and me, I fell in loves
How could something so right go so wrong
Just coming in on flight 412
But
[T.I.]
As you see the O.G.s from Grand Hustle done laid it down again
T.I.P. shorty
Hey yo, this for all my homegirls like to see a baller do his
use my brains when I'm ("drivin' round")
Step in the car and go
Round down by your lady and I
Be waiting at the door
We bout to go ("drivin'
the plane touched down just about three o'clock
And the city's still on my mind
Bikinis and palm trees danced in my head
I was still in the baggage line
Lifestyles is lavish, livin' my life from Dallas
It was a challenge, livin' my life like a savage
To have or to not to have it or nobody can have it
Wake up, ex-wife
This is your life
Children, on your own
Turning on the telephone
Messages, manager
No time for a manicure
Working out, shake
Unmentionable by name
Searching for my double, looking for
Complete evaporation to the core
Though I tried and failed at finding any door
I must have thought
Now I'm sick and tired of your tedious ways
And I ain't gonna take it no more
Oh, no no, walking out that door
Burning my bridges, cuttin' my tie
BM, and my Hummer, damn
I'm doin' my thang
When I'm knockin' you down, no
One can save ya
From the other side of the door
It sounds like you going
because of my jersey?
It is because that I'm perfect?
Ridin' down 85, three in the morning
Why you pull me over sayin' you smell marijuana? (Smellin'
I'd give my life
To stare into your eyes and caress your face
As the priest, announces us man and wife
We'd live happily, ever after
White picket
Only my mama done seen me cry, this my life
I'll be thuggin' till the day I die, this my life
You niggas don't know me
You can't slow me down, you
as he waits for you
To wash you free from every sin
Someday he's coming back to claim his own
We'll fly to Heaven's golden shore
A crown of life he gives
a second time to photobomb it
I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
rollin and you ballin
I got golds in my mouth and I'm reppin New Orleans
They say he, young and he crazy and his brother doin a bid
I had changed my life
heart
My chips went down, it was you I needed
But I was not down, baby, barely breathin'
And you broke my heart you broke my heart
See Kendrick Lamar Live
As I get a little older, I realize life is perspective
And my perspective may differ from yours
I wanna say thank you to everyone that's been down
Now we grinding hard just like we wanna do
Grinding day and night so we can kick off our shoes
And live a glamorous life look what we made it
see
They don't notice none of my family did that since me
I broke that cycle now my family live a life of
Mandatory minimals but not when the judge
where do I)
Where do I go now? (Where do I go from here?) (Ooh, baby)
I'm sittin' in this car, uh (in this car)
Wit' my lil' heart in my hand, ha
With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it, tryna leave shit dead on scene
Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory
And if I had one wish, it'd be
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