Lyrics:
've ever heard in your life.
I'm talking about the kind of song where not only is the character in the song dead by the end of the song, but he's been
know why I'm this greedy
I was topless like in every winter
It's just a shame I won't make it in time
But you know what i'mma make it count
I will
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
you and what's true for me is true for me
What if my truth says yours is a lie?
Is it still true? Come on man!
I promise everybody is asking
Psh, is that right? (What is it with motherfuckers thinkin' that)
(Because we're in the spotlight, or whatever, that)
(They can do or say whatever they
like that
I know that you're gonna need to change and you've got a lot to make up
This is what a real life thing was meant to be
But I can't run into
might not live this life I'm talking bout
The rap life and trap life
Me and you can swap it out
Cash out on a half a boat
Then I hit the mall trap life
the hammer
Make me have to put it in the freezer
Make me have to put it on the camera
Bakin' is all you heard, whippin' cocaine up is all you heard
Bakin'
nightmares in the coupe
I was jaded
How bout you
We won't pay for what it is due
Oh
Ya
Breathe i might die
Breathe i might die
Breathe i might die
Shit said
gettin spanked
Uh
What you know about a hustle baby
I been workin all my life to make this money baby
I been grinding all my life Respect to Nipsey
And make two-six buck shots, boy, you fuckin blood clots
And why not, must i make the music?
As if not man, yo, i just might lose it
Don't confuse it, we all
York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
we could jump 'em and check em, by sprayin' techs at these fools
Make it to trial, you don't win, indirectly you lose
You bad, makin' that move, your
a little bit better
We take the joy, we take the pain
It's not about what you gain
We just tryna get by
We just tryna get by
Oh, this is the story
times is hard
'Fore it get worse and it fall apart
Maybe you should quit your job and do what's right
And make you my partner for life
So we can
This is not a fairy tale, not a cautionary tale
Just a chronicle of a collapse in all of its details
It's the freedom that you sold. It's the freedom
you, but the boy won't
You know the boy'll satisfy you like a toy won't
Yeah, these other dudes playin', but the boy don't
Say it might not work, what
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
the centre stage
Got it on a page
I told you I was coming to take this game
Frame by frame
Jigga man came
Saw him on the stage
I played and I played
Life is what you make it nigga
Get up off your ass and get some
Always hollering about you want something nigga
Verse 1: Young Noble
Yo, I've
I know for sure that I'm chasin' the paper
I'm flexin' on haters
I'm workin' my ass off
I do what I gotta to mo-fuckin' make it
It's Masky
My name is
What's life without haters?
We all gotta eat so to them I don't cater
I might humble you and sit you down like a waiter
Show you what beef is, then tell
could be
'Cause you think you can handle yourself without me exposing you?
It's even more possible
I was at that stage as well
What I'm sure
Is that
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
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