CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Life
Yeah
(Come in)
Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high
sh*t, been a lonely ride, all I do is only try
Weed is my only high, magazine forty-five
I can tell the pain in youngin' from my shorty's eyes
Rap n***as gettin' at me, young n***as pickin' at me
I'm shootin' past the limits, a n***a trigger happy
Shade Room gettin' nasty, Black girls flippin' at me
Bestfriends switchin' on me, sh*t, at least a n***a happy
White drapes on the wall, white babes on the call
Spanish joints on the call, white grape on the pour
Champagne where you see us, man came from to see us
Jay-Z and Penny Marshalls, I felt that and it's awful
Fake n***as tryna play me, lame b*t*hes tryna blame me
Same n***as gassed up, same n***as tryna flame me
We made it past the margin and past the section eighty
We got white people marchin', this sh*t is f**kin' crazy
We gon' be on the favors, I'm soapy on the faker
It's real sh*t goin' on, George and Breonna Taylor
Type sh*t ain't on the fogal, fly b*t*hes on my scrotum
They pay me for appearance and pay me for my vocals
Yeah, f**k all that happy sh*t n***as want me on
It's n***as in my line of work that want me gone
House that come with alarms, spouse that come with a charm
Lamb' that sit in garage, that don't come from the farm
I see wonderful views, when God got me, it'll pay any one of my dues
Holla at one of y'all, choose, how I was one of them dudes
Well if you was them you'd probably front on me too
Yeah, if I was you and you were me, I would stunt on me too
Cash from seein' blessings, I got too much money at this point to be aggressive
I hate bein' outside knowin' I need to stress it
I hate overprovin' myself without bein' present, preach n***a
Get in the booth now, so I'm like givin' it my own sh*t now
(Come in)
Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high
sh*t, been a lonely ride, all I do is only try
Weed is my only high, magazine forty-five
I can tell the pain in youngin' from my shorty's eyes
Rap n***as gettin' at me, young n***as pickin' at me
I'm shootin' past the limits, a n***a trigger happy
Shade Room gettin' nasty, Black girls flippin' at me
Bestfriends switchin' on me, sh*t, at least a n***a happy
White drapes on the wall, white babes on the call
Spanish joints on the call, white grape on the pour
Champagne where you see us, man came from to see us
Jay-Z and Penny Marshalls, I felt that and it's awful
Fake n***as tryna play me, lame b*t*hes tryna blame me
Same n***as gassed up, same n***as tryna flame me
We made it past the margin and past the section eighty
We got white people marchin', this sh*t is f**kin' crazy
We gon' be on the favors, I'm soapy on the faker
It's real sh*t goin' on, George and Breonna Taylor
Type sh*t ain't on the fogal, fly b*t*hes on my scrotum
They pay me for appearance and pay me for my vocals
Yeah, f**k all that happy sh*t n***as want me on
It's n***as in my line of work that want me gone
House that come with alarms, spouse that come with a charm
Lamb' that sit in garage, that don't come from the farm
I see wonderful views, when God got me, it'll pay any one of my dues
Holla at one of y'all, choose, how I was one of them dudes
Well if you was them you'd probably front on me too
Yeah, if I was you and you were me, I would stunt on me too
Cash from seein' blessings, I got too much money at this point to be aggressive
I hate bein' outside knowin' I need to stress it
I hate overprovin' myself without bein' present, preach n***a
Get in the booth now, so I'm like givin' it my own sh*t now
