Correction Lyrics Life Like This by Kiing Shooter

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Uh
Million ways to get a million dollars
Chose one
(Diny Made That)
From the, from the
Harlem

I ain't wanna live my life like this (Nah)
Two-fifth, every night did fish (Every night)
Had to fight like this (Fight)
Every night I hoped I might get rich (Might)
I love paper, I don't like that sh*t
Every night I flip
Hammer close, hid it right on the block
D's comin', hid it right in my sock
F**k who like it or not (F**k 'em)
He let it off, I'ma bike on the block (Boom)
No aim, n***a, wifey got shot (Gang)
This n***a might be a cop
You need insurance, hope you got State Farm
Tuxedo, gun in the blazer, lookin' like James Bond (Double-O)
Hoodie all black, got me lookin' like Akon (All black)
Just sit in the car, promise you I won't take long (Promise)
Before packs hit them apartments, we was starvin' (Starvin')
Black and teal Porsche like the Marlins (Skrrt), found my way in like I'm Marlon (Uh)
Young ratchet b*t*h only f**k with me 'cause I'm ballin' (I know)
Older chick, her crib in the Valley, she call me darlin' (Ah)

I ain't wanna live my life like this
Them elevators, walkin' over that p*ss
Wakin' up with my grip
If we ain't got it, then we takin' your sh*t
And we ain't hidin', b*t*h, we all on the strip
Come spin his block and get hit
Remember nights we would stake out a crib
We know who there, let's just run in this sh*t
Somebody front, they get hit
We clear the spot, then we back to the Bridge
We was starvin', wasn't sh*t in the fridge
Just hopin' God would forgive
I bought a Glock, I started movin' like Pac
If I don't know him, then he probably got shot
You couldn't walk through my block
For all that talkin', bet a n***a get shot
And I ain't never squashin' beef with an opp
N***a, it's lit 'til we die
They killed my cousin, so I'm still out here buggin'
You n***as pu**y, I ain't with all that subbin'
Bet they won't go clubbin'

They sendin' threats, but they won't do nothin' (Nothin')
Headshots, f**k that vest if n***as come through dumpin', uh
Stay dangerous, my guy
Every day n***as get stretched
Get whacked, and it's not rainin' outside (Whacked)
We caught him slippin', you out your mind, you think we lettin' him slide
He better run or have his gun unless he ready to die
Since a youngin, we was thuggin', I ain't tellin' no lies
Get my gun in every club or I ain't comin' outside
N***as pu**y and they know it, they ain't never gon' slide
They out here actin' like they killers 'til somebody else die

All I watch is Menace II Society (That all)
I'm heroin to opps, they ain't tryin' me (Nah)
I don't know nothin' about sobriety (Nah)
Mold my lil' b*t*hes like pottery
Just tryna hit my target like the lottery (Ah)
Paranoid, clutchin' on it if you follow me (Clutchin')
Die over the truth if you lie to me
Cla**y, but when she go down, she do it sloppily (Oh)
This sh*t was destined, it's like a prophecy
Real money, playin' Monopoly (Oh)

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