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Lil Poppa

Lifestyle

 

Lifestyle

(专辑: Under Investigation 2 - 2019)


Ayy yo, Bands, what you cookin'?

Cold blooded, no point to prove, he been smacking shit
Detectives know it's him 'cause when he shoot it, he be accurate
He certified, he won't hesitate to bag a bitch
Blood in his eyes, bumping that Webbie, on that savage shit
Contract killer, ain't scared of nothing, he a gun tight nigga
Tell him go get him, he gon' come bite with him
Don't call my phone, leave me 'lone, you is not my nigga
And I been praying to that chrome, it's just me and that pistol I'm clutching
Ain't backing down just ain't in town, I been road running
Working on this show money, new and I need old money
You steady giving these hoes money but 'round here need to hold something
That chopper hold a whole hundred, that bitch spray from Sunday to Monday

And I know you ain't seen me lately
Just staying away from this fake shit
I been peeping all the hate shit
And they think I'm going crazy
I see everything but don't say shit
It's hard but I face it
Street nigga lifestyle, might not make it
Here today, you're gone tomorrow, back to the basics
We don't fuck with the cops but that don't mean that we racist
We been beating the block, then we coming back with them faces
I know niggas with open wounds, I know niggas with open cases
It ain't promised that you make it with the chances that you taking
Ain't got that burner, then you naked, when it's your turn then you take it
Lesson learned, you can't erase it, you got that bread, you better break it

If you got money, better save it, even though my young niggas'll take it
18, I'm on my shit, they on my dick, I know they hate it
Every day we in the bricks, same shit, we tryna make it
Another homicide, police still tryna trace it
Molly got 'em going crazy, out the police, smoking back to back
He beefing with the other side, them boys been going tit for tat
Change for you life, this for that
Blow his brains out just for that
Catch him in the streets, ain't with the rap
Nigga, if it's beef, don't give me dap
Take his sack, Warren Sapp
I don't listen 'cause I know it's cap
Said you looking for me but I know it's cap
Nigga must be using Dora's map
Nigga must be using Dora's map
Where I'm from, all we know is trap
Where I'm from, all we know is trap
Riding, bitch, we ain't taking naps

And I know you ain't seen me lately
Just staying away from this fake shit
I been peeping all the hate shit
And they think I'm going crazy
I see everything but don't say shit
It's hard but I face it
Street nigga lifestyle, might not make it
Here today, you're gone tomorrow, back to the basics
We don't fuck with the cops but that don't mean that we racist
We been beating the block, then we coming back with them faces
I know niggas with open wounds, I know niggas with open cases
It ain't promised that you make it with the chances that you taking
Ain't got that burner, then you naked, when it's your turn then you take it
Lesson learned, you can't erase it, you got that bread, you better break it

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