Life Is Beautiful
Stove God Cooks, 38 Spesh, Bun B, Grafh
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Yeah The trill OG in this bitch Yo, Grafh I don't know if we ridin' somethin' old and classic Or somethin' new and foreign, but we ridin' on these niggas Baby, I'm a star and my constellation's the Big Dipper Your lady call me daddy when she pullin' on my zipper And, yeah, I might tip her, but I'll never fall in love with a stripper I'd just as soon eat my supper out my slipper Double cupper, I'm a sipper of the finest pharmaceuticals Breakin' down the bud 'til it's cannabis in my cuticles A soldier from the South and man, I represent it dutiful Plus we gettin' to the bag, nigga, my life is beautiful Tapped in with Grafh, that's his name and don't forget it Put a bag on your head like it's rainin', ho, 'cause you can get it And even if we get charged and you take the stand and tell 'em we did it It makes no difference 'cause we still get acquitted Now when you reach the status we done made it to and they afraid of you And you no longer concerned what a hater do or say to you That's when these overblown niggas find out that they deflatable And me and Grafh sit at the table and make a plate of you (ah) We was bangin' 1-800-HUSTLER I cooked eighteen hundred ounces, fucked the summer up Some of us ain't never look back once we went in trap mode Seven on my face, bitch, I am god, I am black gold That stove on my neck cost ten of your mama houses Crystal chandelier, marble floor, Balenciaga couches Ounces gave me life, I knew them kilos'd make me live forever It's sheep and then it's shepherds It's shooters, then it's niggas that's just runnin' for the exit My wrist circle like a Lexus Don't compare them broke niggas to the rest of us We had a hell of a run Show you how to turn thirty-six to a seventy-one Ayo, been turnin' water to wine, now I'm too tipsy I still turn one twenty-five into two fifty Shot after shot, bulletproof kidney It went in soft, now it's too crispy You soft, you are too Disney I'm a boss, trapper or a rapper, pick a hustle Nigga, how you broke and you lazy? Pick a struggle Too many choices, too many drugs, I could pick a couple I ménage, go in the lesbian club and I pick a couple You can get shot wherever you like, pick a muscle I lift the muzzle if you lift a muscle Nigga, food for thought, I'll rattle your skull 'til the dinner shuffles Uh, I treat a body bag like it's a duffle, I make 'em believe again You never shopped with me, come and see it then I ain't sellin' you shit if I don't see you put the needle in I don't believe you now, but I believed you then I make a fiend dream again, see me after you clean again Church, nigga, huh Baow
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Written by: Philip Anthony Bernard, Justin Christopher Harrell, Bernard Freeman, Aaron Cooks
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