Lyrics:
profits
Trigger finger itching cause I know they wanna get me
Niggas tried to rob me but they wasnt fucking wit me
Its fucked up you gotta live yo life by
and Pimp see you know they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball, down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga
that ya seen thus far
Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss
I don't make love baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's
lil boys rolling with some eaters
In my hood they play my songs on every speaker
Trippin if you wanna rob a nigga for his sneakers
I be yellin in my
that ya seen thus far
Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss
I don't make love baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's
that ya seen thus far
Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss
I don't make love baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's
We been tryin' to come up for too long
I'm just tryin' to right a few wrongs
I don't need your advice, so move on
Haters all my life, I prove wrong
to make my mood right, hmm
I'll hit an opp bitch if she do it right, huh
Never mind, can't be slime, like a Skuba life
Perc-10, Perc-10
Perc-10,
the key
Going for number one for times I finish last
Can take the easy way, don’t wanna finish fast
Catch twenty twenty, I got too many
Brudda I’d kill for
your life
This shit can get risky, risky
I'm in this bitch with Lil Marlo
I'm sippin' syrup by the bottle, yeah yeah
Bitches love me, they gon' follow
Ouuu Sav killed it
Hmmm mmmm
Fast Life
Let me tell you what that bag like aye (What that bag like)
Let me tell you bout’ that fast life aye
we're living in the fast life rhyme real tight
Living in the fast life, up all night
Yeah we living so fly, we made it on by
We deserve this life man we
locker, got me them Jordan 3s
I need every quarter every dollar nigga I need me
She say cash app her some money shit I sent her lil 40
Finna strike this
like they had the manpower like whoa
More or less
Moreso, I'll rip your torso
I live the fast life, come through in the Porsche slow like whoa!
My
The block is hot
Gotta watch out for the ops (Aye)
In and out
Birds coming by the flock (Bliihh)
They setup shop
Just to get a lil guap (Money)
Plot
life before I almost had a kid I had the baddest wife
Fast living drugs and gigs
To come up in price
It's too cold at the bottom had the hottest heist
that bad habits
Don't see that bad habits
Fuck that
Soul from the dark
Protected by the Gods
Life in a fast
Moving like im blessed
I'm just trying get my
of the paper ain't nothing nice
And Paulie just loving life
He got them birds and he
Serving niggas left and right
Never used to party in them clubs every night
Paper
Route business lil' nigga (Ha)
Hey (Hey)
I wake up every day and live it
Like it's gonna be my last
I been laughin' to the bank so
Much it got them
Nigga we hustlers, we please our customers
Pay me or I'm a bust ya! this is my life!
In the hood we funnel, dough by the bundle
I make a fucking ton
intact
I'm still 42'ing Casamigos but
I'm passed drunk
Money ain't gon' fall in yo lap
Get yo ass up boo, my life boring
Only thing I do is paper chase
to God
That the devil's never close by
Trying to rob us of our time
I've been spending late nights
Talking to the moon
Collect my soul someday
When it's
I'm not always right, but I'll never do you wrong
Wish what I was given but by now you'd think I'd know
Everybody thank me for the life I chose
as hell, you need to stop it
Your life's a façade lil bro, you can drop it
Too many bitches, can't keep 'em up off of me
Feeling like I won the lottery
I
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