Lyrics:
overdid it
Your shit it, just ain't got that LOUD
Gold tooth shine like TA-DOW!
Biggie Smalls the illest and how
Phrase raise your eyebrow
By now you
want no job I just want to get payed
By the money that the rich people's made
They don't like it, they say I throw my life away
Get a job - shape
(yeah, ah)
Pay attention (uh), four on the baby come back then leave seven (uh, uh)
Guarantee into the rec' yard, I got the weapon (ow, ah)
I can't wait til I get rich so I can get that yacht
Ain't no zipping down yo pants I just want the top
Lil shawty choosing me but I just pass
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
a nigga
Listen up I gotta question:
Why these young niggas talk
Shit through a message?
Is it cause I'm rich?
Why you hating on my blessing?
Probably cause
I've been told I need to focus on my life
Work a little harder, do my part, start livin' right
I ain't got the answers, but I think I seen the light
of a sudden my life flashed by I think I’m off of the meds
Shawty told me don’t let life pass by
This is as real as it gets
Baby Girl bussin in splits
Empty
gettin' by"
Now, homies startin' they clutch on each other, it's gettin' live
Now, homies ain't even trustin' each other, I swear to God
Black and jewels
Each lazy hour
What a good life
Lying laid back
Like an old railroad bum by the track
What a good life
Living outdoors
Lie in the grass and chew
I’m gonna make a statement day by day (2x)
Peace signs, peace signs up put em in the air and go rise up yeah (4x)
Verse 2
Live in a time in true greed
the mediaÕs
Owned by the rich
Don't be confused by their
Propaganda
Television blinds my eyes
Smash your TV (X4)
Life on TV's beautiful, this
start slangin' bean pies
Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month
With "U Can't Touch This" on the front
I'm 'bout to get rich
Cause life ain't nuttin but
through pain and hustle trynna find my inner self
Ain't easy feel surrounded by devils like I live in hell
Gotta get rich at all cost
Can't stay poor cos
she love me
Cool that’s what they all say
Revenge is like the sweetest drug next
To getting pussy and foreplay
You know I live by the mob way
Life is
can fuel you're heat.
Trynna life on a high life (x4)
This is my lifestyle, wegoa uh uh
wegoa uh uh uh
Trynna life on a high life (x4)
This is my
(JT on the track again)
As a matter fact, pulled up with extra ammo
(Samy made this shit)
Stopped by the store, me and my Loc, like get a pack
on salary
But they gotta clean up their own coffee grounds!
Ain't that what life's about? Have I left anything out?
There are ways to make this world
phone call, call my shooters
They'll cap you
Smokin' gas pack, got me stuck like a statue
Rockstar life, doin' shit that you can't do
Nigga play with me
yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Leer
Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood
(mwuah)
4x4, black G-Class, Bro, on God, we're living
Stil ist black (Louis)
Black, black, black, Dresscode black (good life)
Golden Steak, medium-well,
I'm too rich to live life on this broke shit
I went to the club then I went home
Cuz I can't wait in line
I don't wanna hear no other music play out
One two three four five six seven
Rap like hell make it should like heaven
Seven six five four three two one zero
Black supermen is back as your
tryna make a living
By making the worst decision
The prophets are getting mad rich
What did we do to deserve this
God show me the light
Let me live
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