Lyrics:
And you can't keep runnin in and out of my life
Whatcha want to Do?
And you better change your ways and start treatin me right
And you can't
life
If it ain't one thing, its another
They keep a composite of undercover
Really kind of disturbed us
They tryin to make people think that
we
Destorying ya bit by bit
This fix ain't gonna fix shit
Mia
A blue eyed baby
Make a Eyes red crazy
Lately I Check up on ya daily
The type of girl to try
life, by the judicial system, (run nigga run)
by the white folks or even the black folks that think they white
(even the haters)
Martin Luther
(Zaytoven) fuck
Life fuck though damn
Now watch fuck nigga
Pussy nigga migos (DJ Scream)
Lot of fuck nigga's tryin' take my life
(fuck)
Lot of fuck
One life, nigga, one love
Reach them heights and keep goin' up
Hundred miles and runnin', we ain't slowin' up
15 Bentleys back to back, yeah, they
this
Melody fuck the hatin'
I had to tell my girl to pack her shit
Cause she slipped and dipped inside
I need a girl that's ready to ride
To keep
Ima count it up only we know
They be feinin me & hatin on the d low
Givin smoke let's burn it out by street hoe
She love the recipe can tell by her
Uh, yeah turn it up, check it out
The transition from a young fool
Broke, still on his neck, he hung jewels
Live his life in the ghetto where guns
Why?
Are you hatin' as i ride?
You telling me I'm wastin' my time
Can't you see I'm livin' my life?
But I'm homesick
My home streets
My home lights
and she got the cake
We pop a couple bottles, she gotta mace
Only fuck one night but she got a taste
Of this fast life, livin' and takin' place
Niggas
we live life slow
I was born amongst poverty, I had no dough
Motivated by a dream with some hustle and flow
My paper was never long but my ambition was
a minute
Love me 'cause I'm so authentic
Mitch McConnell still in senate
Ocean risin' by the minute
Just like us, we came to win it
I got properties
a athlete
Life ain't a track meet (no) it's a marathon
Fuck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbin' 'til the day we die
Nigga, ask
Have you forgotten
cll of the times that you told me
You could kiss me forever
cnd life could never be better
Was I mistaken
I wanted to be by
ridin' 'round strapped, I'm tryna bust somethin'
And a rapper just be in your DMs, bae, just know it's smoke
These bitches hatin', they see my love for
Then I gotta burn in order to reach
My niggaz
Everyday we live and learn, take it step-by-step
We create our own path until there's no life left
I
it by 3
Why they hatin on ya V, huh let's see cause the label that I rep is motherfucking OB
Verse 2:
I wish I got paid for every time my name
whole a dem
Stand at di gutta, raised from di slums
Man a faced by oppression cau dat's where yuh from
Hatin di fadda cau betta must come
So mek
ain't a damn thing funny
They ain't hatin' on the music, they hatin' on the money
[E-40]
My house so silly, my money so silly
I make more in a week
Still Don't
By: Luvinnia Flowers
chyea
Still dont
I still dont fuck wit deez nighas man
I ride by myself
Dat shit necessary
true
Wont get me caught
this time
been wrong to chop somethin done by one of my union friends
Soon as they seen the Benz, hatin season was in
Hell cause they figured me for
about him and she be
Ready to fight for him
Clean up nice for him low life nikes on em
You know it's the turbo when you
Hear the pipes on em
Nice day top
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
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