Lyrics:
Under me I see all the people that claim they over me
And above me I see nobody
I'd have to be dead for them to say that you took it from me
The twenty
shit is wearin' me out
I used to hide my pain in Delilah behind the bar 'til my niggas carried me out
And if money's all I need in my grave, then bury
I'm gone?
I ain't got a nine to five I got a twenty-four-seven
That's right nigga no days off
I don't do this to get by with slick rhymes
No days off
strength for this day and tomorrow I'll pray
For strength all over again-please increase my faith
Released "Live by Faith," but I'm living in shame
Filled
Or cherry
I can't fucking remember
So clumsy
A slide
Fell off
Small incident today
No need to worry
They looked
Didn't see me
More hide
Less seek
I think
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
all our trees and ruin innocent people's lives by branding them criminals and throwing them in jails, or sending them off to drug camps, or taking all
just need a fresh start
I think I just need a new heart I just wanna live until I'm dead
The legacy for all my fans and all my friends and fans
Call it
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
Twenty dis year and all I got is the bass
Twenty dis year, somebody bake me a cake
Twenty dis year, what's fucks with this life
(Fuck's with this life)
me stealin' it
Life expectancy ain't even 20 years
Even my peers live in fear of
Over here on my side
We live and die by who-ride
Genocide, Crack pipes
it up,
I'll make it through my twenties live it up,
My brother almost died it fucked me up,
All this shit from drinking what the fuck,
I fucking need
her throat wetter, I fly by and leave no feathers
Rock a wife beater in cold weather, brown skin nigga, I'm a gold metal
All my watches on demon time,
wet
When you have an erection
Now believe me
I've been there too
I see it I want it
It's like window shopping
When I see a fine dime walk by
All proud
with 'em
Oh I ain't goin' play wit'cha, I ain't goin' play wit'cha man!
Ha ha ha, I need y'all to sing children
Sing, I like it when the children sing
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
motherfuckers up when we pass by
Until I die, live the life of a boss player, 'cause even when I'm high
Fuck with me and get crossed later, the futures in my
fuck is you mad at?
I never got to see it, I need it, I never had that
We all go the same twenty-four hours, what you mad at?
Tell me, what the fuck
smoke blunts so I pass it
We fucking, we breaking the mattress
That bitch is too easy, she practice
Most of y'all fake, y'all acting
We keep a tech, keep
money over money
Twenty’s fifty’s and Hundies
Man I’m all about the cream
What you mean
I mean cho
I mean doe
Nigga I need mo
Nigga what you mean
Legal
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed
I'm trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I'm trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring
prove I won't crash we
All want a check, yep, but all need to check how we live what our views and actually
When karma collect, best you know what's it's
I'm hit
Not by no bullet or no pellet
But the smoke from the can a beer shit
I might just be too high
Then I put my middle finger up when I
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