Life We Chose
This the life we chose
Mob shit is all I know
This street shit is not a joke
Sippin hella act till I overdose
I run the town boy and y'all don't come close
I ain't gotta front like these bitchass punks
Gotta keep going cus it's never enough
I always say my town so you know where I'm from
It's the 8
Got too much on plate to start showing hate
Thanking God every day that my family safe
Hopefully I live right so I can go to a better place
When bitches leave ya life don't you ever chase
Just replace just give grace
Be thankful what you got and it'll be all great
Love when I see that smile on my momma face
I'll do what it takes
I'ma get it in fuck taking Ls I gotta see a win
If you really loved me you wouldn't leave me in the wind
I need something real not something that's pretend
Nigga going mainey they think I need some meds
I ain't trynna fuck bitch I want some head
Don't ask me for shit let me stack my bread
I got hitters like Brandon Phillips from the Reds
I'm from the upper part of California
Them Xans be getting a nigga paranoia
Play wit my money Ima use the 30 clip for ya
I ain't talkin' curry
Ima warn you once so never do me dirty
It's the mob so just sayin' could get you buried
If you get caught sneak dissing I'm slidin' Ina hurry
Sippin on that mud got my vision hella blurry
My niggas impatient I just tell 'em don't worry
This world is mine
Only fuck wit real cus that's my only kind
I always been puttin' work it's like these niggas blind
I can't be like these niggas here just sellin' dimes
Took a nigga bitch interception Brent grimes
Baby fell in love and I been trynna find some time
Just gotta stay on my grind
They say they fuck wit you but I know they lying
Give a fuck about the doubt I'm die tryin'
When I'm dead and gone I know they gon start crying
Word of mouth I know you feel my rhyming
I ain't at the top but I'm still climbin'
When the funk go down is you still riding
Or you turn fake
Don't try and act like we coo face to face
Your bitch chose up but she know her place
I rather be alone cus I need my space
Going through the worst when shit gon change
When it's all over just remember the name
Mob shit is all I know
This street shit is not a joke
Sippin hella act till I overdose
I run the town boy and y'all don't come close
I ain't gotta front like these bitchass punks
Gotta keep going cus it's never enough
I always say my town so you know where I'm from
It's the 8
Got too much on plate to start showing hate
Thanking God every day that my family safe
Hopefully I live right so I can go to a better place
When bitches leave ya life don't you ever chase
Just replace just give grace
Be thankful what you got and it'll be all great
Love when I see that smile on my momma face
I'll do what it takes
I'ma get it in fuck taking Ls I gotta see a win
If you really loved me you wouldn't leave me in the wind
I need something real not something that's pretend
Nigga going mainey they think I need some meds
I ain't trynna fuck bitch I want some head
Don't ask me for shit let me stack my bread
I got hitters like Brandon Phillips from the Reds
I'm from the upper part of California
Them Xans be getting a nigga paranoia
Play wit my money Ima use the 30 clip for ya
I ain't talkin' curry
Ima warn you once so never do me dirty
It's the mob so just sayin' could get you buried
If you get caught sneak dissing I'm slidin' Ina hurry
Sippin on that mud got my vision hella blurry
My niggas impatient I just tell 'em don't worry
This world is mine
Only fuck wit real cus that's my only kind
I always been puttin' work it's like these niggas blind
I can't be like these niggas here just sellin' dimes
Took a nigga bitch interception Brent grimes
Baby fell in love and I been trynna find some time
Just gotta stay on my grind
They say they fuck wit you but I know they lying
Give a fuck about the doubt I'm die tryin'
When I'm dead and gone I know they gon start crying
Word of mouth I know you feel my rhyming
I ain't at the top but I'm still climbin'
When the funk go down is you still riding
Or you turn fake
Don't try and act like we coo face to face
Your bitch chose up but she know her place
I rather be alone cus I need my space
Going through the worst when shit gon change
When it's all over just remember the name
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Writer(s): Julian Mata
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