Life$tyle

Hmm hmm, hmm
I'm addicted to this lifestyle, yeah, uh
Y'all gon' hear my voice, hmm
Y'all gon' know my pain
I'm addicted to this lifestyle (addicted to this lifestyle)
Yeah

I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Whoever thought I would make it?
Was just kid in the jungle who plotted on tryna take it
I seen some things that you ain't never seen I swear I can't fake it
I wish my momma saw a king instead of someone who won't make it

But I swear I had a cold heart
But you knew I had to really go hard
Started thinking 'bout the times I would swipe cards (I would swipe cards)
Did some wrong things but kept my heart

I couldn't find out who was real
Until I noticed the snakes
'Cause everybody say they love you but they never gon' stay
I lost a couple niggas that I call my brothers today
And when I walk up on that stage the world be screaming my name
But if you living by the code you gotta stay in the game
It ain't another way out they put your soul in a frame
My baby said she won't leave me I promised her I'ma change
And all the niggas deceived me I put them out of the frame

I'm high but I don't need drugs
I get a different kind of high when I see her
Whoever knew that I would strive to get my cheese up
They're always claiming they gon' ride and tear the streets up
All they ever do is lie and try to be tough
I seen them turn to rats and eat the cheese up
Hate when other niggas tryna hype the beef up
Yeah, yeah, when they tryna hype the beef up

I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Whoever thought I would make it?
Was just kid in the jungle who plotted on tryna take it
I seen some things that you ain't never seen I swear I can't fake it
I wish my momma saw a king instead of someone who won't make it

But I swear I had a cold heart
But you knew I had to really go hard
Thinking 'bout the times I would swipe cards
Did some wrong things but kept my heart

Reminiscing 'bout the old days
Cop chases I ripped faces yeah the old way
Buck 50's ain't fuckin' with me did my own thing
In the city was moving wicked like I'm Scarface
Henney bottles and top shottas had my own wave
On the corner I kept a burner caught my own stains
OG was like my uncle put me on game
False claiming and fake banging and you don't bang
And you don't bang

I want the finer things that's in my life
So I hustle
Nigga you get in the way why I'm tryna get mines, then I'll buck you
I don't care who you roll with or where you from, nigga fuck you
I want the finer things that's in my life, so I hustle

I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Whoever thought I would make it?
Was just kid in the jungle who plotted on tryna take it
I seen some things that you ain't never seen I swear I can't fake it
I wish my momma saw a king instead of someone who won't make it

But I swear I had a cold heart
But you knew I had to really go hard
Thinking 'bout the times I would swipe cards
Did some wrong things but kept my heart

I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Yeah, I'm addicted to this lifestyle, hmm
Ayy, I'm addicted to this lifestyle
Whoever thought I would make it?
Was just kid in the jungle
Hmm, yeah



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Writer(s): Bryve Mcbyers
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