Lyrics:
penitentiary times
Be so heavy on my mind, at times, it's like I'm livin' just to die
I'm livin' in hell, stuck in my jail cell
Stranded in the county jail,
Well this is life, this is Prime time
This is livin' in the U. S. A.
Well this is life, this is Prime Time
This is livin' the American way
I
Well this is life, this is Prime time
This is livin' in the U. S. A.
Well this is life, this is Prime Time
This is livin' the American way
I
I know
Look at how I'm blowin' my dough
Maybe I just like it though
When I'm all by my solo
I been livin' selfish, I know
Look at how I'm blowin' my
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto we livin'
These streets remind me of quicksand
When your on it you'll keep goin' down
And there's no one to hold
the time
Ain't got no tears left to cry
So I'm pickin' it up, pickin' it up (Oh, yeah)
I'm lovin', I'm livin', I'm pickin' it up
Oh, I just want you to come
check it
Pull a card, here comes the Squad
Sure to bomb, never lost when I’ve sparred
And hard 'cause I'm God!
And comes off the top
Don’t they know
place
Far away but so close to me
I find your love on display
Mystery immaterial
And it comes forth by day
Yes it feels like livin' in another world
What
better listen what I gotta say
'Cause that's how it is when you're livin' in the bay
[Chorus]
Livin' day by day by the bay it's the same thing
I back him down wit the 50-50
It had to been the thug in me, ya tunnel bang and come and get me
The first five hundred bitches free
He kid with
About you livin let alone you livin it up
Niggas is stuck, I'm tryin to keep my head above water
Not stressed about dyin for a quarter in a shorter
My
the view, lovin' the palm trees
Miami Livin'
When that drama comes fly my way
I shy away
Airplane mode activated, I go M.I.A
I've been soul searching trying
It all began on the street, to the back of a blue police vehicle
Next come the bookings, the way things is lookin
It's Friday, you in for a long stay
I'm livin my best life, yeah
I'm livin my best life
Rick Ross mansion too lit
White girl while we swimmin
Roc, bay, wit the sprite hit
Js by the pool
rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know I'm down to spray ya
Let them
drink champagne off the font (font, font, font)
And I need a red carpet when I drive on the 405
Don't want no drama in my life
Unless it's front row
Lord I know I sin for a livin' (wetsang?)
I sin for a livin' (wetsaaang?)
I've been on that digit (ishhuuu)
I've been by my business
Shit I'm on it
it's amazing
Police didn't come, that shit right there I don't believe
That this that, this shit right here happenin' to me
Tuesday I was chillin'
it trill when we slide
In my zone, I've been at His throne, seeking for His face
God is good, yeah He got the sauce, come get you a taste
When they ask
home she text them all
She like what bitch
Get hit nigga get the fuck back
When it comes to letting her baby down
She like "fuck that"
She lives in
the right time gon' come
And when everybody sees it (yeah)
Light gon' shine, you feel me?
Upon the time, I promise that, man (Uh, huh)
I said I'm livin' for
It's all we've been given
So you better start livin' right now
'Cause days go by
Out on the roof just the other night
I watched the world flash by
no escape (ohh noooo)
This money gots to be made (yeahh yeahhh)
.. break it down!
Every day we keep it gangsta, livin thug life
So what y`all
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