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Life Sentence
by Yung Easy
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I ain't stepped in the mall in weeks, you can still catch me in my bag
No it all ain't sweet, rich is all they see I can tell you how we came from the rags
I can tell you how we ran them blocks Throw the work hit the fence duckn cops
On this grind you can go out either way Praying on my downfall, won't see the day
So many out frontn it's time to get back into it
I probably be doin a life sentence if it wasn't for music
My mama told me if you want a check, son, you gotta just do it
And my daddy really wasnt there, learned to be a man with my movement
Laugh now, cry later, slide with a highlighter like By hater
Step out of line, I won't only bust a rhyme, this yoppa a violator
They pillow huggin' while my niggas be really hustlin
No, we can't leave no time wasted
They OGs, told me be patient
Dinner time, I don't need no waitress
I can get you what you want, get them hoes the font
Bitch, I'm feelin' bold
I be steppin' with da bols , PGA Tour, hittin' out the hole
Couldn't get a better number, runnin' with the tools
Bitch, I'm talkin' lows
But we can talk highs, later Empire State of mind, build a skyscraper
So many out frontn it's time to get back into it
I probably be doin a life sentence if it wasn't for music
My mama told me if you want a check, son, you gotta just do it
And my daddy really wasnt there, learned to be a man with my movement
I ain't stepped in the mall in weeks, you can still catch me in my bag
No it all ain't sweet, rich is all they see I can tell you how we came from the rags
I can tell you how we ran them blocks Throw the work hit the fence duckn cops
On this grind you can go out either way Praying on my downfall, won't see the day
I be livin' in reality, this for the family, I can't be fake
We the ones that had them swervin' early, wit the birds, we was never late
I remember she was scared, mama said, don't worry, they'll be better days
Heard them asking why I just said it straight
I got into crime, tell them that it pays
These niggas watch so much, I don't need no watch
Still shine, I don't need no chain
Still got thots on thots, on thots
I'll rock a bitch block, I don't need no name
Niggas tryna find his, bitch, like, why my bitch
My bad, I ain't peep no rang
Pinky with the head, I just need more brain
Back of the lac she ain't leave no stains
I can get you what you want, get them hoes the font
Bitch, I'm feelin' bold
I be steppin' with da bols , PGA Tour, hittin' out the hole
Couldn't get a better number, runnin' with the tools
Bitch, I'm talkin' lows
But we can talk highs, later Empire State of mind, build a skyscraper
So many out frontn it's time to get back into it
I probably be doin a life sentence if it wasn't for music
My mama told me if you want a check, son, you gotta just do it
And my daddy really wasnt there, learned to be a man with my movement
I ain't stepped in the mall in weeks, you can still catch me in my bag
No it all ain't sweet, rich is all they see I can tell you how we came from the rags
I can tell you how we ran them blocks Throw the work hit the fence duckn cops
On this grind you can go out either way Praying on my downfall, won't see the day
I ain't stepped in the mall in weeks, you can still catch me in my bag
No it all ain't sweet, rich is all they see I can tell you how we came from the rags
I can tell you how we ran them blocks Throw the work hit the fence duckn cops
On this grind you can go out either way Praying on my downfall, won't see the day
So many out frontn it's time to get back into it
I probably be doin a life sentence if it wasn't for music
My mama told me if you want a check, son, you gotta just do it
And my daddy really wasnt there, learned to be a man with my movement
Laugh now, cry later, slide with a highlighter like By hater
Step out of line, I won't only bust a rhyme, this yoppa a violator
They pillow huggin' while my niggas be really hustlin
No, we can't leave no time wasted
They OGs, told me be patient
Dinner time, I don't need no waitress
I can get you what you want, get them hoes the font
Bitch, I'm feelin' bold
I be steppin' with da bols , PGA Tour, hittin' out the hole
Couldn't get a better number, runnin' with the tools
Bitch, I'm talkin' lows
But we can talk highs, later Empire State of mind, build a skyscraper
So many out frontn it's time to get back into it
I probably be doin a life sentence if it wasn't for music
My mama told me if you want a check, son, you gotta just do it
And my daddy really wasnt there, learned to be a man with my movement
I ain't stepped in the mall in weeks, you can still catch me in my bag
No it all ain't sweet, rich is all they see I can tell you how we came from the rags
I can tell you how we ran them blocks Throw the work hit the fence duckn cops
On this grind you can go out either way Praying on my downfall, won't see the day
I be livin' in reality, this for the family, I can't be fake
We the ones that had them swervin' early, wit the birds, we was never late
I remember she was scared, mama said, don't worry, they'll be better days
Heard them asking why I just said it straight
I got into crime, tell them that it pays
These niggas watch so much, I don't need no watch
Still shine, I don't need no chain
Still got thots on thots, on thots
I'll rock a bitch block, I don't need no name
Niggas tryna find his, bitch, like, why my bitch
My bad, I ain't peep no rang
Pinky with the head, I just need more brain
Back of the lac she ain't leave no stains
I can get you what you want, get them hoes the font
Bitch, I'm feelin' bold
I be steppin' with da bols , PGA Tour, hittin' out the hole
Couldn't get a better number, runnin' with the tools
Bitch, I'm talkin' lows
But we can talk highs, later Empire State of mind, build a skyscraper
So many out frontn it's time to get back into it
I probably be doin a life sentence if it wasn't for music
My mama told me if you want a check, son, you gotta just do it
And my daddy really wasnt there, learned to be a man with my movement
I ain't stepped in the mall in weeks, you can still catch me in my bag
No it all ain't sweet, rich is all they see I can tell you how we came from the rags
I can tell you how we ran them blocks Throw the work hit the fence duckn cops
On this grind you can go out either way Praying on my downfall, won't see the day
