i got this shit from the trap
a few baggies
my pen and my pad
i done got rich off of rap
you throw 'em
we sendin' 'em back
that shit is a fact
my young boy ain't got no i.d. on him
he had to slip through the back
they took everything he had off his body
he thought he was lit 'cause he rapped
gotta hustle
go get off your back
he broke
go get him a pack
i just blew 10 up in saks
fuck cops
they kill you if you black
you might get a deal if you nice
gelato i'm smokin'
it give you the feelin' you feel when you still on the flight
light up that blunt
go wheelie that bike
this is our life
this the lifestyle that we cherish everyday
taking risks
then count this cash in every way
if you lucky bitch
then you just might get saved
only thing on my bucket list is i get paid
fuck the coppers you can't stop us like a train
like a doctor
i got meds
they heal my pain
bitch
got all my peoples support
you think i raised 'em
bright stars shine on me in the dark inside my wraith
i got a plain patek philippe and a plain richard millie
can't explain the shit i see
switchin' lanes in a new v
i be slayin' on that recording
i done made it out the streets
lotta lames in this industry
sucka free
me and dave east
my niggas like water
two hunnid sittin' on a plain tee
rich my persona
i bought your bitch a new wrangler jeep
keep the stick on me
'cause if they play
we gon' play for keeps
back to back royces
me and me
we the champs that they envy
i'm a cold p-i-m-p
i got ho's in a benz jeep
i smoke oprah winfrey
while my bro pumpin' n-sync
the gas the color purple
sellin' white boy like lewinsky
the cars is foreign like ginobili
shots'll burn your chest like whiskey
this the lifestyle that we cherish everyday
taking risks
then count this cash in every way
if you lucky bitch
then you just might get saved
only thing on my bucket list is i get paid
fuck the coppers
you can't stop us like a train
like a doctor
i got meds
they heal my pain
bitch
got all my peoples support
you think i raised 'em
bright stars shine on me in the dark inside my wraith
popular nigga
i'm not tryna start this is not the beginning
these niggas is broke
i forgot to forget it
stayin' on my toes bitch
i'm tropical livin'
i try not to pay no attention
they probably gon' hate 'til i'm finished
fuck it
as long as they pay me with interest
buckets
now i jump out of ranges that's tinted
smile at them niggas
they hate when you grinnin'
i got a patek that i put on everyday
i just watched you eat that bitch
how you not gay?
i'm at the gun range just to practice on my aim
bitch
this crip
watch how i get rich
gunna know my gang
you make your transitions
i go buck 'cause you phony
once my mind made up
i'm pullin' up like the grim reaper
since i let you hear my slang
it's blue and that's all i see
ain't no red cap in these lights
that's you
ain't no flaw in me
this the lifestyle that we cherish everyday
taking risks
then count this cash in every way
if you lucky bitch
then you just might get saved
only thing on my bucket list is i get paid
fuck the coppers
you can't stop us like a train
like a doctor
i got meds
they heal my pain
bitch
got all my peoples support
you think i raised 'em
bright stars shine on me in the dark inside my wraith