Lyrics:
talking bout this love
Guess it’s soul food
My life
Hard to get by
When on my side
She stay the night
My life a movie
I hit it once she dancing like toosie
keep it bubbling
We come to clubs, like the ones who bring the trouble in
What, he sold his soul, life publishing
Have to walk on by and keep it
knocks of twenty knocks on all spots
And get hemmed by track star Oakland (?) cops
I ran with a wild pack
Hard like Yukon trucks, with straps like
hard but I still make money yeah
Uh uh uh living on this dream hustling
Making money just to live it by
Please can you tell me why
I wanna rock to your
Ay, lets go, ay, bow, bow
Oh, you bold huh
I ran it up I risked my life now my wrist froze huh
I can't double back 'cause it's twelve they
Magical happens that'll put me back in the biz
But the chances of it actually happening's kinda slim
Back home we get the good life at glimpse
In
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin' right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggas out here jack every night
I
Watch yo' paper, guard your life
Cause most these niggaz ain't livin' right
Keep yo' pistol, fuck a fight
Cause niggas out here jack every night
I
life can knock me down but Ima always get up and ima keep Cumming keep cumming like a bitch nut
Fuck
Niggas wanna test me
I'm like B•E•T
Don't forget how
when I'm here ball hard mans certi
Got one life won't die twice
I invest in things with a clear sight
Got assets I don't really care about ice
Like Ross
Hard to point a finger when you live a life of sin
I'ma bring my niggas with me if I lose or win
Bought a fleet of cars, let the bitches tag along
fucked left
Right something evil
All my life I've been trapped
Down by my own people
I'm on some shit to make your tummy's turn
Full clip's ready to pull
My game's jumpin', we all had our days of barkin'
You could tell niggas styles by they ways of parkin'
Why dispute it? Dough got us so polluted
for me so I'm ah ride for you straight to the end
You were my best friend I'd give my life to see you again
I know its hard to survive and try to keep
session
But now that I'm grown, I get to thinking back to shit
On how my life could have been simpler than it is
Avoiding all the drugs and the thugs in
sweep
I'ma have to climb out
I ball so hard on these niggas
Play the whole game
I don't even take a timeout
A knock on the front door
Look through
backslide no more
Coz I Stay gripped to the Word like Thor
Verse 19
Psalms 34 Gotta stay on path like a 4 by 4
Yeah I know I got flaws
So I Put my old life
Remember back up on Knox was tryna knock something
I remember I was walking down Morgan me and Trigg hear them shots dumping
Thinking that the cops
on these streets
Some of these niggaz ain't as hard as they say they is
And niggaz don't live like they sayin they is
They wanna roll wit thug niggaz
I drop
I wanna rock, full stop
I wanna roll too high
I wanna ride or die
I wanna live life hard knock
I wanna rock, full stop
Always call when I'm
to throw that thug life right across my chest
As the blind stares of a million pairs of eyes
Got to see you lay the rest
Started taking more action
I really
thoughts
Before I grow extinct
My back-bone disowned by zone
Why roam? called home
But now on I'm all alone
Just Proof, no shine, no friends, just fans
a fuck when they runnin' their life story by us
It's the worst when I'm in a hotel, like a Hilton sick and tired
Some of these housewives way too fuckin'
a fuck when they runnin' their life story by us
It's the worst when I'm in a hotel, like a Hilton sick and tired
Some of these housewives way too fuckin'
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