Lyrics:
everyday
Waking up is so refreshing
Tryna find my way
Down this cold dark road
Lost both my folks
By 12 years old
I ain't asking for no sympathy
Maybe a lil
don't even know what I like
I just know they don't love me, I need to hold me a wife
So I can settle down and focus in life
Or I'm gonna die alone in
DT
Playin on my phone, little nigga you cheap
Askin for bars nigga, YouTube Smack dvd
Hit up Genius, read my lyrics then read it and weep
Been up three
they opened up the ship door, that rappelled to the ground
What they found, a planet full of life
A planet full of shit they never seen
Straight up
the song I sing
Real niggas do real things, ugh!
Check it out (ugh)
The Notorious BIG be representing
BK to the fullest (right)
Junior Mafia for life!
Give
I could know you my whole life still act like I don't know ya
My whole hood toat them army guns grew up with soldiers
3G with the skii but yeah I'm
and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her name was Grace
She walked in the door wearin' a lace
You shoulda seen
Down the subway stairs straight through the turnstyle
No smile but I'm waitin' in the station for the 7 to turn it wild
Me and my three shorties
to one that'll kick in your door
Put you faced down on the floor
And have your whole family wiring money from Chicago
But you a star, though
to one that'll kick in your door
Put you faced down on the floor
And have your whole family wiring money from Chicago
But you a star, though
personal life
My and me niggas hustle enough, move enough weight
To buy real estate, vehicles, paperwork straight
Little niggas try to calculate the money I
like open doors
Mistakes I made got 'bout like two or more
Been seen it through many, (Been seen it through many)
I've seen it for real (I've seen it for
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
steps."
I was beat but I played him one more
Then I was headed out towards the door
And he handshake and hand me a hundred dollar bills
Said, "By the way,
just keep fucking on thots
I got way used to three house and a cot
I got way used to prison
I run up in ya house just like Im swat
Kick in your door with
eat your pussy to some love songs
It's a thug makin' a real love song (yeah)
I don't wanna see police at my front door
Conversation with a fiend, he
Some shoddies out here thinking is all about money
When we talk about real life shit ain't nothing man
Ligri naaya zugu you left me hanging like
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
32 is dead
Let's keep it going on
Let's see what happened next
Next day all three of us went driving by our new address
That brand new whipple home
Gotta find a way out but I been out the maze
Fuck a book I know my plays
She with the Aesthetics I told her let's make a DVD tape
Down bad I had to get
So it's like
3.30 in the morning right
We've been up in the studio the whole damn day like
Boys make sleepy an tins
Then I hear this kick and I feel
leaf
You can do a whole damu documentary on just me
Call it "The Life of a One Hundred Percent Real Whooper"
They did it for the BRimz, Muu'z
Looks so good to me
The trash you feed me (Life on TV)
Such a glamorous life, in the public eye
Get season three
It's out on DVD
Director's cut
It's
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