Lyrics:
Just go and live your life yeah
Don't let 'em take your shine yeah
You don't need nobody else
You could do this by yourself
You don't need nobody
can remember, too well
But we never thought to pay much heed
We learned to live life the best we could
But then one day pa upped and left us
High
but act like the rich kids do
Able to blow your mind
Especially when cognitive dissonance hits you
But really though
This instrumental
Got me open
So I
Was born in the belly that's the way the streets breed you
One life to live, notice you get no sequel
So I truly got to live this like my last movie
misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
I'll one day walk into shots, drunk off champagne from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma in
a hotel, phat, she got stacks
She's a big girl, cover girl laced, wig curl
Goin through the struggles of life is trife
Get your things right,
moments, and I live for a livin'
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town
the heat up by the big dog (but I don't wanna hold you back)
Nigga gotta get this dough (I just wanna live my life)
Nigga gotta get this dough (Live your
it come with a price tag?
Do you wanna live life, slow
Or you wanna live life fast?
Fuck you want outta life?
You wanna ball til you die?
You want all
Yo man, what you need?
Yo uh, man, I need something, man
I need a twenty, man
What you got, man?
I, I got this rope chain, man
Man, this look
This Great Big World's a wide eyed wonder
Life is fast as lightning loud as thunder
So breathe it in hold on tight
Come on enjoy the ride
Time down
I know mama credit quite good
So I'm out here with this dope money got a big body in my hood
Nigga you see it, better believe it, this what I'm bout
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
prices
People having sex in the streets like Dionysus
You know what my advice is?
Fuck my advice, live your life
Stop tripping like everything amount
with them rich niggas and ball with them ballers
Politic with the willies the real shot callers
I got one life to live, follow that light that keeps
a Wolfpack hitter
(Swag) man, my life just a painting and
I paint you a picture
Man, think about it: a young paid-ass nigga
This that stuntin' music
(Stuntin'
got a talent for turnin' whatever life throw at me into a blessing (a blessing)
I love your company, but I rather be by myself than to fake
partner
So I gave him my tape
Said he'd play it for him
Hoping that I'd get my big break
But never got a response anyway
This nigga named Pop Gates came
The rising moon faces the sickening sun,
As the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one,
A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline--
I done did a lot this year
Made a lot of friends, some came some go
And I still never took a sip of beer
Still fuck hoes by the pier
Still ridin'
life
Reliving that dream every night
We ain't gonna get another
Brothers and Sisters
You don't wanna live no other
It's a good it's a good it's a good
We can't afford to live there
So we drive on past their marble and glass
Hoping that this blue collar town of ours
Won't ever lose its balls
I was
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house
This for the ones
(Never had none and never been bought)
Live by the gun
(Die by the gun, rifle sun)
Grind for the Ghost
(World for my girl,
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