Lyrics:
May the bad be in your past
May the kids take all your good
And your wife have class
And you realize your goals
And what's life without grind
Those
last four Cass'
(forecast) i seen that movie
Wasn't you a part of that Next Day Air cast?
Coincidence, cause my homies will
Shoot ya hype man and next
jail and the welfare lines
And all my life I thought Bill Clinton ran the country
Until I found out Bill Gates had all the money
And the media
Stressing got 4 kids and he got bills to pay
I told my nigga I got us bruh ima make a way
Big Bro I promise No Drama I put that shit on my mama
He had my
rich without reading a book
W4W my time is now don't think we playing huh
Play me as a hoe and I'm getting you cooked
Take a look at my life
feel ya
Can't believe how my life changed
From the hood, the first time in my life I can say i did the right thing
[Chorus: x 4]
Life is what
I stay spittin' the real
Because the real ones relate
Y'all must was raised by some haters
You niggas go 'head and hate
Four car garage for
Equality's nothing to us but pipe dreams
Black life lost is nothing it might seem
Now I gotta disease, pumping that IV
American pandemic, MELANIN-19
Either
life, that there was a certain sparkle to his eye
an erectness to his carriage, and life seemed like a pretty interesting adventure to him
But by the time
uh, uh, uh, uh
Rich Life, la familia, uh, uh
Rich Gang, la familia, uh, uh
That nigga ain't familiar, uh, uh, uh
iPhone screen cracked, broke by me
twenty-five words
And uh, I couldn't do it, I wrote out five pages
And uh, I have it here
It's uh, have it by accident, actually, ha
But-but I, I-I'd like
sicker than 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
down by the fuckin' four pound in your dome
Hit you with the nick plate chrome
Queensbridge, that's my motherfuckin' home
Off the top of my head, yo,
held accountable, so instead I pass the blame,
besides I wanna live forever like the cast of fame.
serious trouble will pass me by and my life will be
a drink two fistin'
The streets are bleedin'?, now so are my eyes
N as the time fly's by with the day's of our lives
I kick back, relax, life I anaylze
I
lose a little, or lose a lot
They beat us by one point; yeah, them dudes was sharp
But I'm a sore loser, so I had to shoot up the park
I wouldn't
screaming (Oh Yea)
Had to get right Do the dirt by myself
I only get me and nobody else (No Telling)
I had to finesse running off with the pack
The plug
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
world to be our savior
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
To unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life
As long as we're
Thugs
Shoulda know by now we niggas for life
Pullin triggers for life
Gettin figures for life
Nigga done dig and brought to the light
Like Jeffrey
Damn this life shit move quick not a fairytale, ain't have shit but the rest of my pride
Headshot, two whips, ruthless only nigga left still when his
Uh, yeah turn it up, check it out
The transition from a young fool
Broke, still on his neck, he hung jewels
Live his life in the ghetto where guns
women
Lit, lit, lit, lit like Bic
SremmLife shit, bendin' by 6
2 by 2, 4 by 4
SremmLife shit, don't answer that door
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Neighbors keep
dream
They do
Glad I'm still not
What world?
I create when I dream, in my life when I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
When I die
Fix that tie
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