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My Life Is Sweet

504 Boyz

Ballers [Clean] [Bonus DVD]

[Afficial]
Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic
And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package
I leave the country cause Paris cooler
Fall back

like I'm Bun B
Pourin' up drank somethin' like I'm Pimp C
Sippin' on red in blueberry Hi C
Feelin' like Thug drank in a I.V
Walk in that bitch, I don't

all these haters in my way
Hold up I just got a text saying
V.i.P I ain't gotta wait Listen up

Yeah i set the stage on fire
I get everyone screaming

to take the skyway
No need for driveways
I'm too high up, my fucking eyes glazed
I'm seeing sine waves
Vision split and fractured five ways
Time fades, as I

living
Life that I'm living

In the life
Surrounded by scavengers
Trying get a bite
For every good brother
There's five that are vile
That'll take you out

of death
So by all means collect them my pets
I've been bullied all my life
Weak peasants revenge
Now y'all can be the kings
But this Emperor gon win
I'm

every scene by heart, 
they all went by so fast 
If he's passin' back this way, 
I'm not that hard to find 
Tell him he can look me up if he's got

move
Or get shooted up, m***********
Mr. chest pubes
Oughta guess 
Who in this m***********
Better run like I intercepted
Two of them m************
Call

gon need all of our profits in this bitch 
 
I got hella spirit in me god made a Mojito
roll with 5 brothers with me baby call me Tito
Don't play with

it's baby mother
But hearing you call my name is the greatest thing I know (Gram)
Greater than a treasure that is found by Indiana Jones (yeah)
Ain't no

wifi
Shawty got the buns for my meat like it's five guys
Let me serenade your window like a drive through, drive by
And the world won't treat you right,

can't even keep up with the machismo
I'm killing shit like it's three of me call me the Migos
I got the mightiest strength skinny nigga act like he diesel

Call down on the phone if you think I'm bluffin
I like money and pussy
You like pussy and money
Is it different motha fucker ain't a damn thing funny

shots when I knew I would’ve missed it
Why the fuck you by me you ain’t call me on my cricket
Been on my grind homie you ain’t riding with a pole you out

Down To Sleep I Pray The Lord My Soul To Keep,
If I Shall Die Before I Wake I Pray The Lord My Soul To Take)

He ain't wanna die they was shooting dice

fuckin club

I just fucked that bitch so I picasso'd up her face
You might jus call us jack and rose she want my hands around her waist
If you just tryna

reality, confuse it then its nightmares
Wake up with night tears, ask yourself how can you fight fears
Handicap matches, not in your favor, cuz life don't

play
Pulled up in the whatchacallit
Eatin' on that can't pronounce it
They seen, I ain't announce it
Doin' numbers like eight accountants
Ducked off by

up to your work on a sunday
Cuz' I still remember your schedule, skrrt in the v' to your house on a monday
Used to beg me for a baby now you ain't my

time 
Call up Hiss like mans inside
Sweet one there, so I might just slide
Just came in, but now I'm outside
On the smoking side with a leng one there

Failure Club. Every week I'd present in our meetings, new versions of my songs. I started to live almost two lives and I would wake up really, early drink

Christ

Growing up my bestfriend was a Piru
Damu always knew that I was Five Deuce
I was throwing up Crip before I tied shoes
And I always got respect

lives
But we still made time for getting burgers and fries
And going for bike rides and hikes outside
Waking up around five for coffee at sunrise

another started fighting so I ran up and I swung
A gun pointed at my face and now I'm getting jumped by five
Getting kicked into some rocks, thank God I'm