Lyrics:
out the hood
Got me livin' in a mansion like a big boy should
And I never do Cribs, I ain't gonna have y'all fruitcakes
Knowin' how I live, bed extra
We in them four-by-fours
Seven-hundred, this bitch got go (yeah)
Real fent' what I put in my dope (bitch)
I was walkin' that yard on my own (let's
this 8 Mile Road
You gotta live it to feel it
You didn't, you wouldn't get it
Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is
To be walking
judgement
Tried by jury of my peers but where the judge went?
What will my legacy be?
Who will my enemy be?
In due time as I write this rhyme
I don't
that hittin' her friends was on my mind
Ain't no secret, I'm outside, been in this street shit all my life
I know Migo wanna see me rich the day he
No pressure when its effortless, I'm always in my mode
Whether I live or die, a nigga living by the code
Ten toes on my soul, I can never fold
This
a country boy with a guitar
Lookin' back down this old road I've been travelin' on
It was never about tryin' to be some big star
For me it's always been about
Da winner - Da Goat
Song writer : Charles Kelvin Bakker
(Rich flow instrumental )
(Instrumental by prod. Danny)
(Verse 1)
One life to life
So imma
life support
And toward a crumb static ain't my sport
I swing to this, Serch swings to that
And as you noticed, they always wear hats
Boots and loops
breakin' away (breakin')
She want me now but I'm makin' her wait (wait)
I'm at the table, a thousand a plate
How you gon' tell me this isn't a date?
I'm
Note: This song is in the Dusun Kadazan language, spoken by the indigenous people of Sabah, Malaysia. There is no option for this language when
Welcome to this desert of life, where we fight for the right to survive
We see our footprints go big, and see our shadows grow long
But we won't dare
I heard they want big bars well here's a skeng full
Venom by the pen full, lifestyles dreadful
Tryna live respectful
Tryna make something out
new style
My old girl dope, but I love my new girl
So when I'ma slow down this merry go round called life
I was a youngster with a fever, moms
my, stay focused
Yeahh! Shoutout to all my
Real niggas in Harlem 145th & all that
All the Dominicans, OG Juan
Lower Eastside Tru-Life
This ain't about
of misunderstandin'
Hit the parkin' lot, bitch, I was standin' by the Benz
You think a nigga rich, bitch?
Gold diggin' tramps tryin' to get with this dick
For all
Yeah, it's magic
Uh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D production, you bastards
Come on
Ha, hey yo, stop playing man
This is real
and my man, my ace big Moe from the shelter
Bout to hit the skins, from this girl named Thelma
Now Thelma had a rep, that was higher than her neck
Every
pride
If you can live with it, I can live without it
'Cause I did the only thing I could do baby, I tried.
--- Instrumental ---
Can you really take your
City girls just seem to find out early
How to open doors with just a smile
A rich old man and she won't have to worry
She'll dress up all in lace
white, blue, and green
Who dare to inflate my life's interest rate
'Til their rich bellies burst at the seams
Our lives nothing more to them
Than
only feel like I've been rappin' a year
Let a nigga play with me, I'm ready
My bitch gettin' rich off of cosmetics
Life off, they done freed my daddy
Bitch nigga don't make me free mix your instrumental
Be cool and I might let you live a little
Call your girl Monie, because she always let me in
by, Shit to die by. clmost lost my life to a couple drive by's. I cin't gonna lie about it. My daddy died. I ain't cry about it. When you understand
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