White Lows
D.R. Da Rula
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What's the price of life Tell me what's the cost is I just wanna live like a fucking boss live How you talking bout a win and you ain't took no losses Niggas talking down like I wasn't right there with em Every time you get into it these niggas change like the weather You'll be going thru hell and that be heaven to a nigga Head up stack it tall Shit gone get better for us nigga On my momma I'm gone ball and I won't carry on em' nigga I ain't carrying no niggas, what help I been grinding at this shit by myself Y'all can keep the street shit nigga my shit top shelf On my thriller mike jack it's getting scary for em These niggas my sons talk crazy I'm gone take off my belt Everybody someone else I'm busy being myself On the way to get a bag right now with lemon pepp in my step My life like a book and on this page niggas getting paid Send some shot at a nigga, Rula turn Dekimbe Niggas entertaining bots can't find no real fans I'm a student of the game I ain't go no meal plan Bullshitting on campus I ain't got no real plan But I fount some real friends Dropped out we still friends Lay a finger on the family we fight like children If it's beef they kill him cause killing me would kill them They like Rula you done changed Hell naw I'm still him Boot cut I'm still Timbs While lows I'm still them Niggas hear my new flows like I'm gone steal them When they cut them songs on that's why y'all feel them But I don't feel none of these niggas Doc cut my ears off so I don't hear none of these niggas Shit sound like dog shit Niggas riding round broke capping bout dawg shit Put y'all heads together might get y'all all rich Get off yo ass don't sit there Drowning in sorrow and yo pain it ain't shit there You gone get a job or get some brick fair or nigga you won't get there My foot inside the door like it's a brick there Hit her with the woo like I'm Ric Flair I'm back in the stu like I pay rent there It's a cold world can we talk about it These niggas gossip like the bitches I can talk around em' If I see niggas throwing salt I just walk around it They only love to see you down they hate to see you smiling I ain't never pushed the white but I been moving mountains She like Rula you gone make it, baby I don't doubt it Cause my life like a book and on this page niggas getting paid Send some shot at a nigga, Rula turn Dekimbe Niggas entertaining bots can't find no real fans I'm a student of the game i ain't go no meal plan Bullshitting on campus I ain't got no real plan But I fount some real friends Dropped out we still friends Lay a finger on the family we fight like children If it's beef they kill him cause killing me would kill them They like Rula you done changed Hell naw I'm still him Boot cut I'm still Timbs While lows I'm still them nigga
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