Lyrics:
I'ma live it up, 'til I'm a hundred with gray hair
Glass house in Bel-Air that's, high up in the mountain
Golden gates, and the brass water fountain
I'ma live it up, 'til I'm a hundred with gray hair
Glass house in Bel-Air that's, high up in the mountain
Golden gates, and the brass water fountain
Yeah
I been out here all day
Runnin' these plays
Yeah I feel great
Gotta run it up
I don't care what they say
I'm just tryna get paid
I don't know
And on worst days
Some of my niggas ended up on T shirts
So we shed tears
We let it out
Then we let it rebirth
I Hit the booth
I spit it out
I check the reverb
I
to the devil, in envelope like a letter
Got an FN with a clip with different colors up in it
It's all brass like a penny, only see fire when I spit it
I ain't
think you're lucky
Loves a two way street, you got hit by the bus
Don't break your heart or you'll end up like us
So you got dumped
Don't feel
it could be you well think again my friend
My pen illuminates, and dooms the fakes
You're soon to break, you're strawberry like shortcake
I'm in
on lock
Cross this nigga up, I feel like Kyrie with the jersey untucked
Shorty left me with blue balls like, damn, I was tryna fuck
This bitch was dirty
Feel a dark cloud all over me as the rain covers up the
Ground flowers and the clover leaves so disappointing
How the birds and bees do not come out like
broads got no choice
But to sit and be charmed by the voice
Blowin' bomb 'til I'm gone but it's never enough
B-I-double-L-A is leveling up
And I ain't
Balenciaga's on me aye
But I might do the RAFs
Use to do the Banneds yea
I need all the stacks, I need all the bands
Get it in advanced, feel it in my hands
This
, and with hair like wool
So you can't pull, the wool
Over our eyes by lies taught in school
Where history was rewritten to teach racism
It's taught to tricks
like wool
So you can't pull, the wool
Over our eyes by lies taught in school
where history was rewritten to teach racism
It's taught to tricks both
(Cook that shit up, Quay)
Every nigga in your clique, yeah, they gon' feel me (Ayy)
D up
It's fourth quarter, I'm down by two
First 500 bands
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we're missing
But love had got us hooked up
We stayed in by the telly
Although the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissing
The Railway Arms we're missing
But love had got us hooked up
daily bands yee
She fall like down down down
Wipe her tears now now now
She lock me wao wao wao
We link up in your town
But I know it's done tonight
Then
the morning just to ride with ya', yeah
This feel like a rebirth, another day on this green Earth
I couldn't ask for much more man, shit could be worse
music,
It seems to make him feel just fine.
I was told a little tail about a skinny as a rail
L.A. put cowboy with a headache
He was hung up in
it
I live in a mansion, grew up in the trenches (wow)
Niggas be hating, I get it, they still in their feelings
Get found by some niggas who's
that it's the same
Indifferent, emphatic, enraged
Our mental rebirth today
we trapped in this cage
we trapped in this cage
Stay driven by shit that
to the bands this the life that I chose
Bitch so pretty that I can't tell her no
She like all my songs she's in love with the flow
I like it fast but she like it
stay in your place
Feds looking out better watch for the Js
Pullin up quick let it spread like maze
Flew threw life and I feel like a feather
Feel like
to pretend, yeah
Get bands, get bands, spend it all on my friends
Gon' pull me up, pull me up, pull me up
And never let me down (they never let me down)
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