Right or Wrong
Fight for life
Fight for life
Fight for life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get this money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
Fight this life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
If that nigga come our way it's gone get ugly
Fight this life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
If that nigga come our way it's gone get ugly
Uglier than a bitch as a walking lick but I won't slip no
Pockets full of blues but ian crip but I keep c notes
I might get the bitch hair done bout how she deep throat
Button fit, Polo, walk & I still hit though
Drippin like a sink, Oh, Oh
Remember smoking Bubba you can't pass me that no more
Remember there was days no one was posted on the Grove
Remember tryna make it look good still in the hole
Remember scraping up shit still going in the store
Ima chief the blunt, Reché won't pass that controller
Still hear my nigga Erv say run you over
Beat that nigga Zankee ass, cuz we older
Pook still my dawg but he let the hoe control em
Jimmy at the park, that shit was over
Ain't from Exit 10 but ima put it on my shoulders
Player shit, robbin bitches just why ion come over
Fight this life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
If that nigga come our way it's gone get ugly
Fight this life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
If that nigga come our way it's gone get ugly
20 used to feel like sumn 100 it don't feel like nun
Nigga what you mad for a nigga been outchea getting money
Nigga what I paid for the what, so you can tell yo hoe
Brand new Cuban nigga over the dick you feel I'm on the go
10 racks can fit in the front pocket & that's on G
I know y'all don't know me but in my hood ima OG
Been selling blues & that food on the front street
Nick man done seen it all the only lawyer who can come save me
& that's only everything that I love, made it all off these drugs
Serve it all off the plug
that's only everything that I love, made it all off these drugs
Serve it all off the plug
Coming with this bag it really got me feeling lucky
Smoking on this gas you should be smoking on a budget
Playing with that sack my niggas come with cups of bubbly
I won't say I word I feel I'm right I feel it's fuck you
Watch you fade away kicking in Gucci got em dusty
Lot of niggas fake I kinda feel it in my stomach
Big retaliation only thing really feel lovely
Bringing glocks & dicks I tried to tell you it get ugly
Be careful what you you wish for, my Cuban better not touch it
I tell you what I'm going through don't mean physically struggling
My pockets so unusual you see these bitches love it
The shit I had went through a lot of niggas wouldn't be hustling
Fight this life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
If that nigga come our way it's gone get ugly
Fight this life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
If that nigga come our way it's gone get ugly
Fight for life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get this money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
Fight for life
Fight for life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get this money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
Fight this life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
If that nigga come our way it's gone get ugly
Fight this life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
If that nigga come our way it's gone get ugly
Uglier than a bitch as a walking lick but I won't slip no
Pockets full of blues but ian crip but I keep c notes
I might get the bitch hair done bout how she deep throat
Button fit, Polo, walk & I still hit though
Drippin like a sink, Oh, Oh
Remember smoking Bubba you can't pass me that no more
Remember there was days no one was posted on the Grove
Remember tryna make it look good still in the hole
Remember scraping up shit still going in the store
Ima chief the blunt, Reché won't pass that controller
Still hear my nigga Erv say run you over
Beat that nigga Zankee ass, cuz we older
Pook still my dawg but he let the hoe control em
Jimmy at the park, that shit was over
Ain't from Exit 10 but ima put it on my shoulders
Player shit, robbin bitches just why ion come over
Fight this life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
If that nigga come our way it's gone get ugly
Fight this life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
If that nigga come our way it's gone get ugly
20 used to feel like sumn 100 it don't feel like nun
Nigga what you mad for a nigga been outchea getting money
Nigga what I paid for the what, so you can tell yo hoe
Brand new Cuban nigga over the dick you feel I'm on the go
10 racks can fit in the front pocket & that's on G
I know y'all don't know me but in my hood ima OG
Been selling blues & that food on the front street
Nick man done seen it all the only lawyer who can come save me
& that's only everything that I love, made it all off these drugs
Serve it all off the plug
that's only everything that I love, made it all off these drugs
Serve it all off the plug
Coming with this bag it really got me feeling lucky
Smoking on this gas you should be smoking on a budget
Playing with that sack my niggas come with cups of bubbly
I won't say I word I feel I'm right I feel it's fuck you
Watch you fade away kicking in Gucci got em dusty
Lot of niggas fake I kinda feel it in my stomach
Big retaliation only thing really feel lovely
Bringing glocks & dicks I tried to tell you it get ugly
Be careful what you you wish for, my Cuban better not touch it
I tell you what I'm going through don't mean physically struggling
My pockets so unusual you see these bitches love it
The shit I had went through a lot of niggas wouldn't be hustling
Fight this life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
If that nigga come our way it's gone get ugly
Fight this life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
If that nigga come our way it's gone get ugly
Fight for life, wrong or right
Living this life I'm gonna get this money
Cubans links hug me don't you show out in public
Credits
Writer(s): Leslie Richie
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