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Life We Live
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Slim (UK)
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This is the life we live Ain't nutin but dirty money Grub and forks in a pyrex dish Roll to the dough I ain’t pressing brakes I'm still out here serving bait why you think I don't show my face And if rap ever went to waste It’s a shame to say I'll be back in the same estate With a presser, metal plates and a bowl of flake It's a load if you ask for the risk I take and took this sh*t ain't good If I slip with this half a brick of buj I might have to get visits booked Whoever slept keeps sleeping cah I know who overlooked I just went to the plug for a meeting, it went well when I overtook Up to the brim and late, you ain't ever overcooked You ain't hit the strip all day, even though you know you should I saw them cells and chased them Never once got complacent That's why it's Louis V on the laces and the sh*ts so basic If you talk about riding, we rid for ages Me and bro on a bike just raging, tryna see suttin and blaze it Need the feds to tape it I got 2 young boys on a payslip, I ain’t hit cells in ages Brick of snow and tape it, put it on a scale and weigh it This is the life we live Ain’t nutin but dirty money, grub and forks in a pyrex dish The whole gangs on violent sh*t In the hardest times I make it work Show me a risk I'll take it first I ain’t sleeping tight or feeling right until I fly this bird This is the life we live Ain't nutin but dirty money, grub and forks in a pyrex dish The whole gangs on violent sh*t In the hardest times I make it work Show me a risk I'll take it first I ain't sleeping tight or feeling right until I fly this bird When I step in the trap, you know I’m gonna make it work If you mention me, I need a degree in making birds I never had p*ss, but a dirty fork and dish And my left wrist stays on glow All cause my right one stayed on whip I got fed up of sitting and wishing I packed up and I made a change Went cunch for 48 hours, then I came home with an 18k And I went through the hardest days recouping losses, counting wins And we're talking 100 bags when I out this brick And I feel like Trap when I mix the work gotta cover my face I don't talk in grams; I talk brown bricks in masking tape Have you counted a stack so fat that your fingers ache? And sometimes I drive in silence, I have a clean run when I'm thinking straight And if I could take it back, I'd probably do it all the same And last week I killed the trap, this week imma do it all again I fell in love with the sight of money Bro fell in love with the sight of guns Now I feel at home with the kitchen stove, just me whipping up This is the life we live Ain't nutin but dirty money, grub and forks in a pyrex dish The whole gangs on violent sh*t In the hardest times I make it work Show me a risk I'll take it first I ain't sleeping tight or feeling right until I fly this bird This is the life we live Ain't nutin but dirty money, grub and forks in a pyrex dish The whole gangs on violent sh*t In the hardest times I make it work Show me a risk I'll take it first I ain't sleeping tight or feeling right until I fly this bird This is the life we live Ain't nutin but dirty money Grub and forks in a pyrex dish
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