CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Livin What I Know
Seem like I've been dreamin' more than livin', givin' women lobster
Spendin' all these earnings, on these thirties and Balenciagas
Tax for the play, it's drought time, n***a still cop
Project b*t*hes, she never been here, we just finish shoppin'
FaceTime my daughter, I've been busy with this rappin' flow
Expensive pu**y, in the trenches, she from Calabasas
How the Hell that happened?
pu**y good so I bought it twice
Ain't seen the opps, since I caught a flight
She say she vegan, so she order rice
These random thoughts but it's more to life
Homie stil stuck, I can't save him, so I bought them pipes
I pray he make it through them game nights
I had to make it through them same nights
Lotta practice to have my aim right
Used to daydream of what this fame like
Appreciate the pleasure, know what pain like
It's homies in the feds, I'm in Hollywood
It be hard to celebrate
Silence, gettin' head, tryna meditate
Drop it, then it's scissors, then they separate
Wonder if the cuz went to Heaven gates
They was sellin' dreams, we was sellin' weight
Pull up in the foreign, tryna steal the show
Heard the good die young, when the f**k the killers go?
And when you go, you go alone
mobile phones
When they lettin' Flags free? When this b*t*h goin' home?
Versace on the bed sheets, she ain't ever feel that
And I really made it, why a n***a still feel trapped?
He don't really pray to God, he got worse problems
Still ain't made a million, still ain't kill who shot 'em
Still grind from the bottom, man he still ain't kill who shot 'em
sh*t he still ain't kill who shot 'em
Spendin' all these earnings, on these thirties and Balenciagas
Tax for the play, it's drought time, n***a still cop
Project b*t*hes, she never been here, we just finish shoppin'
FaceTime my daughter, I've been busy with this rappin' flow
Expensive pu**y, in the trenches, she from Calabasas
How the Hell that happened?
pu**y good so I bought it twice
Ain't seen the opps, since I caught a flight
She say she vegan, so she order rice
These random thoughts but it's more to life
Homie stil stuck, I can't save him, so I bought them pipes
I pray he make it through them game nights
I had to make it through them same nights
Lotta practice to have my aim right
Used to daydream of what this fame like
Appreciate the pleasure, know what pain like
It's homies in the feds, I'm in Hollywood
It be hard to celebrate
Silence, gettin' head, tryna meditate
Drop it, then it's scissors, then they separate
Wonder if the cuz went to Heaven gates
They was sellin' dreams, we was sellin' weight
Pull up in the foreign, tryna steal the show
Heard the good die young, when the f**k the killers go?
And when you go, you go alone
mobile phones
When they lettin' Flags free? When this b*t*h goin' home?
Versace on the bed sheets, she ain't ever feel that
And I really made it, why a n***a still feel trapped?
He don't really pray to God, he got worse problems
Still ain't made a million, still ain't kill who shot 'em
Still grind from the bottom, man he still ain't kill who shot 'em
sh*t he still ain't kill who shot 'em
