Lyrics:
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O.
Iranian thoughts and cover like an Arabian
Grab a nigga on the spot and put
Yea-uh, here we go here we go here we go
Talk about that Word of Mouf baby
Yeuh, yeuh yeuh yeuh yeuh! Here we go, here we go
Ludacris, 4-Ize, D.E
off the scam nother half on the lean
Even if I ain't do this rap shit I was gon live me dreams
You could tell I'm living by the way that this bitch just
over, he
Put a gun to her head, but listen
All my life, I dreamed these things
Seems surreal that I see these things
Until I d-i-e, all you niggas just
Used to have a reason to go to sleep early
Now I hear your calls at 3 am
Started to get pitied by the mime who lives next door
I give him a shrug, he
haters
Just live your life
(Hey, ayy, ayy, ayy)
No tellin' where it'll take ya
Just live your life
(Oh, ayy, ayy, ayy)
'Cause I'm a paper chaser
away
We don't need no more things to pay
You told me you'd be my friend if only I would
Let you to be close to me
It was to hard to believe
So I
on the edge of a razor
Remember that
Cold rollin' thick as a shake,I'm rockin' hard as a quake
I can't live on bread and water or lobster and steak
My mino's
got pity for you lames
Sitting pretty in the game, in the city that I claim
Yo, the city is mine (Which one?)
T-O-R-O-N-T-O
D-R-A-K-E that's me
we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
'Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I'd love
She say it’s wet so Ian wearing no P.P.E
And if I ever leave her heart she D.I.E
That night you told me you would never leave
Why name the baby
got pity for you lames
Sitting pretty in the game, in the city that I claim
Yo, the city is mine (Which one?)
T-O-R-O-N-T-O
D-R-A-K-E that's me
And prolly with the same ones
I come in this game with, Im Mobbin' with
All my niggas thorough from DC, to Cali shit
V-A to P-A, to G-A to D-E, to D-A
Want
send 'em back son, or feel that casket
The peeps be like one (one)
I'm moving on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
G-O-D
When me'd a run town with mi gun inna mi short jeans
You deh a country a plant greens
So you wan' war bad man now?
By all means, when you ready,
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
off-white Lexus
Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas
Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with
we was evil since birth, product of cursed semens
'Cause even our birthdays is cursed days
A born thug in the first place, the worst ways
I'd love
think
Your'e a washed up has been trying to criticize me
Drink up all your drinks while I will smoke up all my weed
At least I tried to be a pilot
You
wanna man, top of them?
I don't wanna hit like
I don't wanna hitchhike
Maybe wanna hit mine
Maybe just live my, my
I'm locked by the mime
Under no bell
They say
Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin'
Where I can pile up my chips
And niggas call me a timer
I been ballin' since my adolescent
A-B-C-D-E-F-G Wagon, y'all niggas doin' that big cappin' (21)
I ain't with the friendly shit
Closest thing y'all gettin' to a handshake is the beat clappin'
Surrounded by demons
Been through a lot and I'm still lucid dreaming
With my toes in a box full of sand
But I could see they plotting on me
Cause I am what
live on a lie
They'll eat you for lunch so
Stay true to yourself
Is the motto
Lately all the tree I smoke
Got me hallow
I'll leave it alone if I feel
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