What a Life
Ryan.Truly... aye; it's Big Greek
And I won't do it for much, but I won't do it for free
Cuz I aint ever really gave a damn
I just always had a plan; it was take it to the man
It was make a couple grand to vacation in the sand with the fam, out of sight
Aye, what a life, what a life
I said I aint ever really gave a damn
I just always had a plan; it was take it to the man
It was make a couple grand to vacation in the sand with the fam, out of sight
Aye, what a life, what a life
Aye, what a life, what a life of a Don in the dawn of the night, what a night
I was gone off the Sprite and the white
It was on... I was wrong; you were right. There's a fight
Couldn't wait to break the silence, know you had a few
But why you wylin? Aint nobody here as mad as you
We on an island; I'll be clear, watch your attitude
You droppin' pins, I'm droppin' longitude and latitude
If you a snake, I'm-a rattle you
If you want the beef, I'll bring the motha fuckin' cattle too
I been through shit that you aint ever had to battle through
So I'm-a take the saddle; you can paddle to your gratitude
So I callus my feet, as I salvage the blee and then pass it to Meat
Come challenge the beast as I ravage the beat with a mallet to keep out the malice in me
Cuz shit, I could sit in the palace and weep
Or sip from the chalice to balance the grief
So I'm back at the beach to establish some peace
As I lavishly eat on these scallops in Greece
Cuz I aint ever really gave a damn
I just always had a plan; it was take it to the man
It was make a couple grand to vacation in the sand with the fam, out of sight
Aye, what a life, what a life
I said I aint ever really gave a damn
I just always had a plan; it was take it to the man
It was make a couple grand to vacation in the sand with the fam, out of sight
Aye, what a life, what a life
These bitches on the court, but I'm the wrong pick
I know I'm short, but I got a Long
Island Iced Tea in my right hand, JUUL's in the left; wrist
Rockin' like the hype band, watchin' me finesse this
Ariba in Aruba goin' damn hard
Had my brother tryna find me at the Sand Bar
But I was drankin' like a tank, tryna make it to the dank
I was blatant; I was Frank like Lampard
Smoked Reggie on the street
Kinda heavy, kinda weak
But I was steady on that beat
They knew that it was hot, but they weren't ready for the heat
It's Big Greek! Spittin' fire like Roman Candles
I'll place your face a lil higher up on that mantle
Drop the Ball of Fire in the handle
Before the double shots, I double back and light a Camel
Runway sittin', waitin' on a flight
One-way ticket, takin' off tonight
Cuz the bright, white lights that I'm watchin' fade to black
Are all that's left to write, and I aint ever lookin' back
Cuz I aint ever really gave a damn
I just always had a plan; it was take it to the man
It was make a couple grand to vacation in the sand with the fam, out of sight
Aye, what a life, what a life
I said I aint ever really gave a damn
I just always had a plan; it was take it to the man
It was make a couple grand to vacation in the sand with the fam, out of sight
Aye, what a life, what a life
And I won't do it for much, but I won't do it for free
Cuz I aint ever really gave a damn
I just always had a plan; it was take it to the man
It was make a couple grand to vacation in the sand with the fam, out of sight
Aye, what a life, what a life
I said I aint ever really gave a damn
I just always had a plan; it was take it to the man
It was make a couple grand to vacation in the sand with the fam, out of sight
Aye, what a life, what a life
Aye, what a life, what a life of a Don in the dawn of the night, what a night
I was gone off the Sprite and the white
It was on... I was wrong; you were right. There's a fight
Couldn't wait to break the silence, know you had a few
But why you wylin? Aint nobody here as mad as you
We on an island; I'll be clear, watch your attitude
You droppin' pins, I'm droppin' longitude and latitude
If you a snake, I'm-a rattle you
If you want the beef, I'll bring the motha fuckin' cattle too
I been through shit that you aint ever had to battle through
So I'm-a take the saddle; you can paddle to your gratitude
So I callus my feet, as I salvage the blee and then pass it to Meat
Come challenge the beast as I ravage the beat with a mallet to keep out the malice in me
Cuz shit, I could sit in the palace and weep
Or sip from the chalice to balance the grief
So I'm back at the beach to establish some peace
As I lavishly eat on these scallops in Greece
Cuz I aint ever really gave a damn
I just always had a plan; it was take it to the man
It was make a couple grand to vacation in the sand with the fam, out of sight
Aye, what a life, what a life
I said I aint ever really gave a damn
I just always had a plan; it was take it to the man
It was make a couple grand to vacation in the sand with the fam, out of sight
Aye, what a life, what a life
These bitches on the court, but I'm the wrong pick
I know I'm short, but I got a Long
Island Iced Tea in my right hand, JUUL's in the left; wrist
Rockin' like the hype band, watchin' me finesse this
Ariba in Aruba goin' damn hard
Had my brother tryna find me at the Sand Bar
But I was drankin' like a tank, tryna make it to the dank
I was blatant; I was Frank like Lampard
Smoked Reggie on the street
Kinda heavy, kinda weak
But I was steady on that beat
They knew that it was hot, but they weren't ready for the heat
It's Big Greek! Spittin' fire like Roman Candles
I'll place your face a lil higher up on that mantle
Drop the Ball of Fire in the handle
Before the double shots, I double back and light a Camel
Runway sittin', waitin' on a flight
One-way ticket, takin' off tonight
Cuz the bright, white lights that I'm watchin' fade to black
Are all that's left to write, and I aint ever lookin' back
Cuz I aint ever really gave a damn
I just always had a plan; it was take it to the man
It was make a couple grand to vacation in the sand with the fam, out of sight
Aye, what a life, what a life
I said I aint ever really gave a damn
I just always had a plan; it was take it to the man
It was make a couple grand to vacation in the sand with the fam, out of sight
Aye, what a life, what a life
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Writer(s): Jay Brunswick, John Matthew Thomas, Greylan James Egan, Brock Berryhill
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