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Get It How You Live

 

Get It How You Live

(albüm: Garden Grillz - 2015)


For the love of money, for the sake of dollars
Stop playing with bitches, stop hating my father
Start loving my life, I've been learning from wrongs
Open up a bit more, start releasing these songs
No verse about my watch, I'll save that for later
Why shine anymore, already got haters
Still wear my old sneaks', they symbolize a lot
A walk to get here, why I ain't never stop
I caught a couple cases, almost got shot
My daughter born, I was gone
She ain't have a pops
We was selling drugs for a reason
Getting O's from Ohio, that was love out in Cleveland
Just tryna' eat, few mouths to feed
Your verses couches and I'm Rick James
You know the couch is me
Fucking a new bitch, she a foreigner
Every time I hit, it be a murder, slaughterer
Killed it on Cam, extra while, I recorded her
The shit just felt weird when she said she a foreigner
Already close to death, so I'm 'pose to stroke it next

All these pretty faces, can't fucking choose
Most of them will strip for rent
Some of them will fuck for shoes
Fuck it, get it how you live baby
It ain't your money it's his baby

Was riding with my bitch, bumping old shit
She turned down the song
Like "Surf, you heard Cole shit"
I coulda' been a hater too, but the shit was too relateable
I mean I never really lived in one house
Wasn't really too stable, Mommy was in and out
Home, court, projects, 18th street house
Week way in Clayton Ave, we was living in the south
But I could tell that he real, it ain't the deal
He just playing with the cards that they deal
Turn that up though, this rap game cutthroat
She said she wonder where my heart went
Chasing our condo, think I learned what grow apart meant
She made the situation complex, we was on a plane
She wanted house, that's a bomb threat
Tryna' make a couple ends meet
So I could make some other ends meet
I'ma hit you when I got a chance
We could let some of our friends meet

All these pretty faces, can't fucking choose
Most of them will strip for rent
Some of them will fuck for shoes
Fuck it, get it how you live baby
It ain't your money it's his baby

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