Lyrics:
motherfucking Jada, look
Damn, life against the odds
Finally got a plug, lost the feds, he got robbed
Damn, since I been running with the mob
Ain't none but
(plastic)
Give me a reason to snap
Soon to put the team on a map (boom)
Life's been one hell of a journey
Out here just me tagging along for that tourney
Yo
roll up let's get High
It's fucced up when you young and blacc don't except to see 25
Getting money take care ya gang make sure they get supplies
Yea
over. Aye Greg remember when we road all night. Riding round bumping on yo Gotti life. That’s back when I was KT they called you Ice Mic. You was
in your life
Can you ever get with this
(DJ Paul)
Hey yo kemosabe
I got hoes smokin' weed up in the lobby
Cocaine fills my body, like gotti
Hotty
berserk (Go berserk, crazy!)
Can't get enough of my life, no Yo Gotti, "I am" (I am)
Can't get enough of the price, I'ma tax you, Uncle Sam (Sam!)
She
Yo yo life is hard so I dedicate to God
Mad cats sell coke tryin not to starve
Young girls sell vagina from Jersey to Carolina
Saw moms
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
everybody chant "Go"
Let's light up the bar
Everybody take a toast
Smoke ya brains out, seen you on the ride
What? Spottin my life
Then I cut out the branch
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo' hands highhh wave 'em side to side
Throw, yo
think[02:19.93]For the life of me I didn't wanna change[02:22.23]Til' it rained[02:23.07]Now I'm different[02:24.15]I'm disciplined[02:24.80]And behaved[02:25
Your little plan was a flop
Tryin' to get em on by sellin' out the Kid Rock
A part of me was with you but yo he died,
And I'm glad you stepped off
Yo yo[00:10.48]We brand new that's right[00:11.46]We brand new[00:12.61]It's not much[00:13.73]Me and Luke can't do[00:15.05]Yeah[00:15.82]We brand
[Kurupt (Bad Azz)]
Yo what's up? (Aiyyo, what's up Kurupt)
A nigga feel so low that I can't come up
Dippin down the 101 blazin smoke
A trunk full
with the fake-ass handshakes
You can slide by me with the rest of them damn snakes
Flakin' like paper while I'm takin' my life serious
You talkin'
on yo list
Pretty sure it was Cole, Drake, Larry June, me and Spitta
By the time you hear this, it be, early Yesvember
Wrote this verse on October first
hit the boat and take a shower
Head back to the airport, and hide the money in the tower
Stack blocks by the keys
L to the O to the X you'll see
Shorty 25 with a bright smile
And she keep that Gucci in rotation
She heading off to college now
She all about her education
Cause shorty smart
She
When they see us dip
Mamacita
Hey
The way you
Move them hips
I got to please yah
Cause when I feel
Yo lips
You know
I never felt like this
Nahhhh
Me
life's shitty, how I wish I was high[00:54.01]So I called up my homie, can you give me a ride[00:57.28]To Genesee Street, it's on the right-hand
my murder I aint shoot nobody
They wanna judge me by raps they like you John Gotti
Talking bout this aint political
If it's not then why you feel
Yea.....that's right
Hardy Boys shit...uh huh
Smoke a Winston to this shit nigga
Word up bout to fuckin' throw ya head up, Yea
Yo, yo he got his
Nigga did 25 years over Phone time that’s a long time to be tryin to ride out
Pickin up my phone like “Meet me at the hideout”
Caus
Nigga did 25 years over Phone time that’s a long time to be tryin to ride out
Pickin up my phone like “Meet me at the hideout”
Caus
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