Lyrics:
That’s not us
We take our time
Do it right
Check the levels
Mix by light
I live by night
I die by day
Damn my pupils dilate
I come for blood
Bitch peep my
we live
Fuck twenties, karma's the prize, so man
Mammas from sons, but we live by the gun so
You know how that goes
So I roll up thankin' Him for
Not
of my homies we getting high[01:17.22]And most of our lives we ain't really had shit so we did what we did just to stay alive[01:20.82]Make sure these
like it's rainy times
Twenty times twenty times, i push it lap like twenty times
Twenty laps twenty raps, when I'm rapping I'm moving fast
Moving fast
sick[00:11.84]You just gotta hold out[00:14.73]You can find your dream girl too[00:16.75]Trust me[00:18.34]Been waiting a long time[00:20.46]Been waiting a long
Before the age of twenty five, shot in the street, I probably deserved it
Confidence low, all in my feelings man
Could probably solve it all with a rope
Twenty-nine years
Of my life has gone by
Twenty-nine years
I've had a change of mind
Twenty-nine years
I have found my way
Twenty-nine years
I can
only 20 and ballin higher than a rookie
I been think bout writing relesin a book
Bout how niggas be scary they shook
He was dissin me ina song and now He
(would've been done)
If it wouldn't for thug holiday (ahh man)
[Verse 1: Trick]
In this life I live, I done see niggaz deal
Seen niggaz steal
despise lies with deadly precision
I finally made my way up out that section 8 division
Not by busting and killing though I've had my share of stealin'
But
take the bait
But steady calling me fake
Bitch I'm exotic
Riding around topless
My bro smoke toxic
If I cop it he got it
Cause I stay solid
20 bands in
you could tell by the shoe lace
On my real life
Tryna live right
Push 100 praying it'll steer right
Told my momma I been working hard no days off I been
my dogs out the cage
And my dogs gon' bite
And my dogs a long age
Cause we live long
Got no nine life
There's no nine side
Yeah we up in the twenties
Grind all day all night
Life gets hard sometimes
Push myself so I'll be better
Ignore fake love and lies
I don't have that time
Just know I care if
Said I'm a typical dude by day
But a lotus eater by night
Oo I'm a typical dude by day
But a lotus eater by night
Yes I'm a typical dude by day
But
would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back
would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back
would live in Pepekeo
Fly through the night time like a Pueo
Tourist start running yah and they better set sail
Better start moving
Bitch get up back
cause we worked on our faith
Don't know what it takes no debate
But we ready anyway and we pray day by day
Had the audacity to think it be free
Pretty
poverty
Beauty in the single dollars, it got me out the slums
It helped me to live, to see my mom smile till I turned 20 years old
Now the nights get cold,
twenty miles apart
Doc is like bad weather reports by Al Rourke
If you're not from the tri-boro, story settled
I pack gaudy metal for those who act fool
love is used as a guide by the civilized
Some see it as the body heat you feel when you close your eyes
That's so much of a lie, you can leave your
mug, gotta get my loot up
Bet your bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet your ditch get dug if you ever step up
One by one, I push 'em down, fat
mug, gotta get my loot up
Bet your bitch get fucked if I ever met her
Bet your ditch get dug if you ever step up
One by one, I push 'em down, fat
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