TOM CRUISE
Yeah my life is a movie
Living Tom cruise
Nigga hella
Fucking boujee
Out here getting to these racks
Talking bout that blue cheese
Keepin on this glock
Yeah I'm tucking on my tooly
Fuck a nine to five
Hustling till the day I die
Remember all them days that
I had to watch my mama cry
I just wanna get this money
Make my mama proud
And when I get that guap
I'm bout to go and build my Mom a house
Cause she's the one that
Put young sosa on the map
She done me taught a few things
She done got me where I'm at
Like watch out for these Niggas
They gone try and hold you back
And watch out for these bitches
They gone fold behind yo back
Talking to her ex nigga
Told her find the next nigga
I ain't playing games
Bitch I'm tryna get my NET Bigger
Diamonds on the chain and you Know
The baguettes glitter
Bustin out the frame
We gone take it to the neck with Us
Hop up in the range
Yeah I'm tryna count my next Figure
She think that the shit is sweet
I told her the sex bitter
She Gave me her number
Had to ghost her before I text her
That's why I can't have no love
I quit her fore' I left bitter
Before I left bitter
Fore I left bitter
Yeah I left bitter
A lot of bitches showed me
Things that I couldn't see
So I got to get it up
I'm a prodigy
Told my mama that she really Gone be proud of me
So I just gotta get it
Put a bad bitch in Prada jeans
Keep it on me
Bustin like the 40
Try and take me live
Ima have to take him and his Homie
Never whippin in no stoley
Got the papers this bitch owned In
Spitting all these facts
You might think you could Condone them
You don't gotta be on CNN
To see an end
I been running up this bag
I don't need no friends
Tryna cop that ventador
Man fuck a benz
Seven hundred thirty horses
Lost up in the wind
Ten percent of the people
Is eager to meet ya
The other 90 percent
Don't believe in the preacher
This world so fucked
Tt put itself on a T shirt
Maybe it's from the kids
Who had fucked up teachers
System is broken
Brainwashing what you thinking
Looking for a way out?
Yeah I can't mislead yuh
Tell me everything gone be okay
I can't believe ya
But I'm tryna make it everyday
I gotta go get it
And I'm oh so committed
I got the package like shipments
I'm running numbers and digits
So I just stacked it and flipped it
I got a choppa it's bitchin
In case I cross oppositions
It's like a mop in the kitchen
If you be talking that fiction
Then you get popped
For yo bitchin
Cause it be hot when it's blickin
I ain't got time for no bitches
Cause I been rockin w riches
But you know that
Sniper gang like Kodak
Take him off the map
They won't post him for no throwback
Yeah my life is a movie
Living Tom cruise
Nigga hella
Fucking boujee
Out here getting to these racks
Talking bout that blue cheese
Keepin on this glock
Yeah I'm tucking on my tooly
Living Tom cruise
Nigga hella
Fucking boujee
Out here getting to these racks
Talking bout that blue cheese
Keepin on this glock
Yeah I'm tucking on my tooly
Fuck a nine to five
Hustling till the day I die
Remember all them days that
I had to watch my mama cry
I just wanna get this money
Make my mama proud
And when I get that guap
I'm bout to go and build my Mom a house
Cause she's the one that
Put young sosa on the map
She done me taught a few things
She done got me where I'm at
Like watch out for these Niggas
They gone try and hold you back
And watch out for these bitches
They gone fold behind yo back
Talking to her ex nigga
Told her find the next nigga
I ain't playing games
Bitch I'm tryna get my NET Bigger
Diamonds on the chain and you Know
The baguettes glitter
Bustin out the frame
We gone take it to the neck with Us
Hop up in the range
Yeah I'm tryna count my next Figure
She think that the shit is sweet
I told her the sex bitter
She Gave me her number
Had to ghost her before I text her
That's why I can't have no love
I quit her fore' I left bitter
Before I left bitter
Fore I left bitter
Yeah I left bitter
A lot of bitches showed me
Things that I couldn't see
So I got to get it up
I'm a prodigy
Told my mama that she really Gone be proud of me
So I just gotta get it
Put a bad bitch in Prada jeans
Keep it on me
Bustin like the 40
Try and take me live
Ima have to take him and his Homie
Never whippin in no stoley
Got the papers this bitch owned In
Spitting all these facts
You might think you could Condone them
You don't gotta be on CNN
To see an end
I been running up this bag
I don't need no friends
Tryna cop that ventador
Man fuck a benz
Seven hundred thirty horses
Lost up in the wind
Ten percent of the people
Is eager to meet ya
The other 90 percent
Don't believe in the preacher
This world so fucked
Tt put itself on a T shirt
Maybe it's from the kids
Who had fucked up teachers
System is broken
Brainwashing what you thinking
Looking for a way out?
Yeah I can't mislead yuh
Tell me everything gone be okay
I can't believe ya
But I'm tryna make it everyday
I gotta go get it
And I'm oh so committed
I got the package like shipments
I'm running numbers and digits
So I just stacked it and flipped it
I got a choppa it's bitchin
In case I cross oppositions
It's like a mop in the kitchen
If you be talking that fiction
Then you get popped
For yo bitchin
Cause it be hot when it's blickin
I ain't got time for no bitches
Cause I been rockin w riches
But you know that
Sniper gang like Kodak
Take him off the map
They won't post him for no throwback
Yeah my life is a movie
Living Tom cruise
Nigga hella
Fucking boujee
Out here getting to these racks
Talking bout that blue cheese
Keepin on this glock
Yeah I'm tucking on my tooly
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Writer(s): Mikel Sosa
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