How Ya Livin'

What? Back to back Benzes, with the Wild Gremlins Gaultier style lenses, talents in the .40 cal This is life now Let me find out, you want the lifestyle of mine No pal of mine Runnin' with goons with knife wounds from jail time Got the squad lookin' like tycoon, we all shine While we parlay with the flyest mami on 25th street Watch how honey in the Lex do it I'm in the 6V with the 12 next to it You wanna stick me? Then put ya best to it, or die, black We see you in Allah Kingdom, you try that Check the fly cat, 2-point-5, multiply that Cash rules, on my arm I flash jewels, and tattoos You can look, but don't touch, we bad news American Me, elegancy, treasury With the hopes to be rich before they bury me Born a Baptist, but moved on to higher practice My fire ashes, only macks I interact with We all Dons, strong arm, all on calm But if it's war we on, comin' for niggas who crossed me wrong Select features, sit back, connect the pieces Inject the thesis, spoke to my pops and left him speechless He saw me sprout, goin' through worlds that wore me out Never call me out, bitches and money, that's what we all about Through all the routes landed here Beach houses with the chandelier Me and my crew, mad cans of beer It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear Presidential suites at The Tangier (How you livin' on your block?) Mines is hot (How you livin' on your block?) I got it locked (What's goin' down on your side?) Who got shot? Same shit, dun (yeah alright, I'll meet you up top) Yo, it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked (Dun, you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop) VVSin', nothin' less than how we steppin' Coupes kitted, cuties with it, sleazy dressin' See me flexin' through the hood, D's be stressin' Illegal search, tryna find weapons for gun possession Never one for questions, every move made is destined Black fluorescence, let's take it back to the essence Another version, of the Goldie, mack, pimp servin' Convince the urban, project, ghetto prince emergin' Half Hispanic, hollow tips, massive damage The path was granted, loaded gats, blast the cannon Chipped up, live by morals, don't get it mixed up Diss what? Millionaire strut, with the crisp cut Switched up, slow goin', gold showin' Doe flowin', eyes don't lie, hoes knowin' Main attraction, lace love in the latest fashion Trained in mackin' never, rockin' Gators clashin' Assorted wear, AZ, Firm extrordinaire Make it more severe, lockin' shit down all this year Nowhere to go from here, but the top of this sphere Nothin' stoppin' us here, we lockin' this here With the black toaster by my hip bone, fuck a holster See me at the Copa, platinum choker The God's with me, mad blunt smoke, it's hard to miss me Pick one out of two dimes to twist me New 9's is crispy, mind on chips, rhyme on shit That's strictly made for cats whose rich Excuse me, is that your bitch in my 6? Turnin' up the volume when she hear my hits On her wall mad flicks, now you want me blasted But don't get it confused over this rap shit Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face Oyster Perpetual Rollie with the Day and Date Y'all playa hate this Too fly for female singers who get face lifts and fake titties We rule the world and take cities, I dreamed of this, son Happy we made it past the Jakes, fakes and fiends in the slum (Word) (How you livin' on your block?) Mine is hot (How you livin' on your block?) I got it locked (What's goin' down on your side?) Who got shot? Same shit, dun (yeah alright, I'll meet you up top) Yo it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked (Dun, you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop) (Uh, what?) It's a doe thing, niggas know the game don't change (Uh, uh) from the coke game (coke game) to the dope game From a slow brain (dope game) Haha (fuck a no name) We done did it again son, they can't fuck with that (no doubt, uh) You know the game don't stop (Firm Biz) From the coke game to the dope game (Firm Biz) (Total Package) Niggas know that the game don't stop From the coke game to the dope game, fuck a no-name (B.K., Q.B., uh) That the game don't stop, from the coke game (Escobar, Sosa) To the dope game, know the doe (haha, uh) Niggas know that the game don't stop From the coke game to the dope game (Firm Biz) Niggas know that the game don't stop Niggas know that the game don't stop Niggas know that the game don't stop From the coke game, to the dope game, fuck a no-name