Live From The Mansion / Live From The Coastline
Smoking cigars like a don in the backseat of cars
Getting chauffeured
Lookin a star And it ain't hard to spot me
Damn right I'm cocky, I know you can't stop me
Stop the monotony we run shit, monopoly
I'm Back to the coast from my other other property, You copy
Live from the mansion, It's turnt like Atlanta
I know you can't stand us, we living what they planing
That's why I'm never mad when my name in they mouth
We doing all the Shit that these niggas rap about
We living that life you only see in them magazines
Oh shit a nigga got a magazine
All up in you tv screen
Living like a movie scene
And I'm fuckin center folds in places that is never cold
Snapchat that this and snapchat that
Got you bitch running to me tell that bitch back back
We coming live from the coastline can't you feel the vibe
Z the 9 millimeter and you know she down to ride
I sit back relax plot then strategize
hungry for the prize you could see it my eyes
Stamps in ya passport that's the new fly
All the shit that I'm spitting is the truth no lie
Weeks in the Tropics reenergized
Then I'm back to NY to put the fear in their eyes
But for now Ima sip that Mai tai
On the beach with a beach and reflect on my life I'm alive
And a nigga so blessed
The sounds of the waves help me drown out the stress
Weight of the world I just wanna be the best
I just wanna be the best, Wassup!
Getting chauffeured
Lookin a star And it ain't hard to spot me
Damn right I'm cocky, I know you can't stop me
Stop the monotony we run shit, monopoly
I'm Back to the coast from my other other property, You copy
Live from the mansion, It's turnt like Atlanta
I know you can't stand us, we living what they planing
That's why I'm never mad when my name in they mouth
We doing all the Shit that these niggas rap about
We living that life you only see in them magazines
Oh shit a nigga got a magazine
All up in you tv screen
Living like a movie scene
And I'm fuckin center folds in places that is never cold
Snapchat that this and snapchat that
Got you bitch running to me tell that bitch back back
We coming live from the coastline can't you feel the vibe
Z the 9 millimeter and you know she down to ride
I sit back relax plot then strategize
hungry for the prize you could see it my eyes
Stamps in ya passport that's the new fly
All the shit that I'm spitting is the truth no lie
Weeks in the Tropics reenergized
Then I'm back to NY to put the fear in their eyes
But for now Ima sip that Mai tai
On the beach with a beach and reflect on my life I'm alive
And a nigga so blessed
The sounds of the waves help me drown out the stress
Weight of the world I just wanna be the best
I just wanna be the best, Wassup!
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Writer(s): H.g.
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