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fully organic 
You know it wasn't nothin' forced, it wasn't- 
It ain't no fly by night shit, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's meant to be somethin' real

life (Whole life)

Yeah, I been in the trenches
Yeah my whole life (Trenches)
Rolling 'round with ninas and them 4-5's
Got Wass ties
He fuck around,

You ever seen an ARP with 200 rounds in it
Bail out the car blowin'
Feel like Screwly G nigga where the fuck you goin'
Police try to box me in, hell

was finished
But that’s all a lie
’Cos there’s children in them sweatshops
Some as young as four or five
Check the tongue on your trainers
These slave

pays me
In other words it's the nouns and the verbs
That buys the X5's and the cribs on the lakesides
I run this shit, I don't take sides
What you

sayin' is real
I'm livin' a verse ever since 9
11 I've been livin' and lurkin'
Don't cross my path cause you
Don't want the outcome
By Any Means Necessary

ma confiance et ma forme
Depuis que j'ai pris l'micro, c'est lui qui s'la donne
Volodia me colle à la peau mais je me prénomme Paul
Après, tu peux

having talks with Dad
Saw the bad coming
He brought me
I watched the water pass
Pops was tryna hault me
From having
Thoughts of a altered past

Passing by

blood and like flesh
I got like 4 or 5 of those, and the rest are in question
If that's my brother that's my brother, my blood and my flesh
And most

I guess 
You were out at night with another guy hot mess 
When you used to cry who was by your side I guess
Cuando me decias que tu me quieres 
Seran

at least that's what what I'm mom thinks. That's what wrong brings. 3, 4, 5, 6 Chapmpionship rings that what Lebron brings. Kobe in college. Don't sleep I

'knowledge. im at it for my kin, thats
Muhfuckin word to the microphone tatted on my skin, nigga. 

Chorus (written & performed by Boomie Bugatti)
Im lookin in

Ayy
One, two, three, four, five plus five, Ayy
Doctor is a lie, he a 69 Doc, Ayy
Freaky ass streamers need to stay they ass inside, ayy
Roll his ass up

closure
And then stay the night
And have a conversation
Maybe 3 or 4 or maybe 5 or six
All of this home I'm missing shit
Just got me sick
I ain't fall in

Buss ma own tracks when I cop me a ride
5 0 catch ma beeze in a hive
Ngathi birthday yam Se ng'khulile
Village boy na e number seyi phumile
La e xhumela

bout time that I show it
I refocused my focus
And I been floating high with my eyes low
Super big spirit, but I'm 5'4
How I circulate the cash, shit tell

My Life Is Sweet

504 Boyz

Ballers [Clean] [Bonus DVD]

[Chorus - 2x]
My life is sweet
You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps
Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee
Custom made

Six side get ya shit fried nigga
Four, five, six sitch
You already know the fuckin’ vibes
Diamonds, Diamonds, Diamonds, Diamonds, Diamonds, Diamonds

the bank and put it all in envelopes
Gave my mama four, gave my brother five, gave my cousin two
Gave my DJ three, I'm trying to get this pain out
I

trace
Louis V right by the waist (yee)
Don’t trip just chill
Shoutout PJ he for real
Don’t gotta record on the phone
Y’all ready know what I’m on
My head

for the shooter I gotta make sure that he don't leave a mess
All of that shit was a test (Uh)
I ain't ever keep a five five six I walk like I never left

kids
Away in the night
Hide by closed lids
Five goldfish
Swimmin' in the toilet
Flushed into another motherfuckin'
Dimension
Dementia of politicians

it in the village
Five years either side of his birthday
But it was time to settle down and no kiss had ever felt so electric
As the first he'd ever

this beat i took it and ran ama call that kidnapping
But I aint talking about no music if i ever tell you that i just be wrapping
Am a different kind