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Life On Edge
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Lil Pete
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Money, yeah (Mhm, Eli) Money bags I been livin' life on the edge, she wanna stress me Now I just wanna get some head (Wanna get some head) Free the whole team from the feds They wanna play, let 'em play, 'cause we gon' leave 'em all dead (Leave them n***as dead) Playin' roles, we just turnin' up a lil' bit (Turnin' up a lil' bit) How you wanna be a boss actin' like lil' kids? (Actin' like a kid) You might need to go to wars with a wise man Said I want them envеlopes red like that Chinеse bread We ran that money up, and, n***a, we ain't look back since Brought my n***as with me, please tell me who a n***a missed (Who I miss?) In my lil' whip, we was pourin' out the brick If you ain't TT, tell me why you actin' like my sis I tried to put some n***as on, but they ain't grateful Always thank God for all the times I was able (Times that I was able) Feel good when you put money on the table I lost some good n***as to some weak sh*t, it was fatal And we ain't tied in if we don't got the same mops I know I said it, but it's different, sh*t changed lots (Sh*t changed) RIP Zelly, he killed a n***a with the same Glock (Pow, pow) It get worse, don't ever think that the pain stop It's never personal, we was tryna murder you (Tryna murder you) I can't backtrack with old hoes, what I used to do (Yeah-yeah) Your actions is criticized, that's how they judge you Wasn't at the birthdays, just funerals, they don't love you (They don't love) Shots fired, man down I seen the good die young, so we just tryna f**k 'round (Tryna f**k 'round) Ayy, so you can't blame us Clout is a drug and n***as want it 'cause they nameless I been livin' life on the edge, she wanna stress me Now I just wanna get some head (Wanna get some head) Free the whole team from the feds They wanna play, let 'em play, 'cause we gon' leave 'em all dead (Leave them n***as dead) Playin' roles, we just turnin' up a lil' bit (Turnin' up a lil' bit) How you wanna be a boss actin' like lil' kids? (Actin' like a kid) You might need to go to wars with a wise man Said I want them envelopes red like that Chinese bread Now, we don't gotta talk, just know it's still love Even though we fought, just know that we still cuz Even though my n***as died, we gon' get it back in blood Don't pray for me, pray for opps 'cause I'ma send them n***as up Ayy, we gon' send them n***as up Ayy, we gon' send them n***as up, up, up Still up, ayy N***as know we still up Ayy, even though we fought, n***a, just know that we still cuz Ayy, and we don't gotta talk, n***a, just know that it's still love Swear to God, man It's like a n***a don't even wanna rap no more Sh*t phoney, bruh All my n***as gone to jail, ain't comin' back, n***a It's like, n***a done been through hell and back Swear to God, I'll trade all this sh*t to get my n***as back, bruh Real sh*t though, n***a don't sympathy either Just sayin' I know the real Pray for the best, always prepare for the worst I ain't worried 'bout a n***a, no n***a, bruh I don't care what you did N***as bleed just like me
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