About That Life
Yeah!
Flovatt!
Yeah-you know these rappers now-a-days
They be rappin' about shit that they don't do
And I'm tired of that shit, so I'm gonna do my shit
Let me tell you what I do on my day
Yo
Wake up, maybe take a piss
Bake some, then back to making hits (Yo)
Hate the rappers nowadays
Coward lames after fame, but they ain't got what it takes
To be an MC, to me they be hefty (Why?)
Cause they full of bull, thinking they besting me
Leave em to Rest In Peace (Ugh)
Ceasing the rest of these (Ugh)
Lames, I hate these kids (Ugh)
With all they mainstream beats (Ugh!)
Let me make this clear, I don't hate mainstream shit
I think Lil' Wayne is cool, but they do the same thing it's
Really annoying
How they rap like they touring
When actually they boring
Making up all they stories
(Yup!)
Fake-ass-rappers
Fake-ass-rappers
Fake-ass-rappers
Nah, I'm just playin' haha
Yo-they copy Kanye on some shit like
That's real, nigga
Pop pills, nigga
(BOOM)
Pack steel, nigga
(BOOM)
Crack kills, nigga
(BOOM)
IM REAL, NIGGA
(BOOM)
Bro, chill, nigga
(BOOM)
Know what I'm sayin, nigga
(BROOM)
Know what I'm sayin, nigga
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
Ugh, second verse,
Check how I check these jerks
Claiming they banking when lately payments will ache and hurt
And would feel sorry, if you didn't go to party
With a bunch of sluts to fuck in the butt
While I'm just right here starving
For the fame that you claim you have
Don't why, but you lie, it's sad
You ain't the sickest spitting shit
My dicks sicker-without syphilis
Pissing off the competition, and pissing on their compilation
Of greatest hits, it ain't making sense
Heard 'em all, and y'all lame as shit
Time is ours, if you wait a minute
If life's a movie, you'd play the bitch
Cannot move me, I'm staying stiff
Like if a chick dipped really quick
After having me believe that we were gonna fuck
Wait, now I have to enter the bathroom and bust this fucking nut, huh
Damn, my nigga this shit be going harder than a pedophiles dick at Disneyland
My nigga
Shit go hard, my nigga
It's funny, cuss, like, all these rappers be thinking they thugs, my nigga
Let 'em know!
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
Nah-Swag, swag, swag, swag
(I'm swagging')
Swag, swag, swag, swag (I'm swagging')
Swag, swag (I'm swagging')
Swag, swag (I'm swagging')
Swag, swag (Swagging')
Swag, swag
Swag!
Nah-hahaha
Haha, ahh, damn
Aaahh! Fucking stoned!
Alright-enough of this-alright
Stop, cut it
Next track
Flovatt!
Yeah-you know these rappers now-a-days
They be rappin' about shit that they don't do
And I'm tired of that shit, so I'm gonna do my shit
Let me tell you what I do on my day
Yo
Wake up, maybe take a piss
Bake some, then back to making hits (Yo)
Hate the rappers nowadays
Coward lames after fame, but they ain't got what it takes
To be an MC, to me they be hefty (Why?)
Cause they full of bull, thinking they besting me
Leave em to Rest In Peace (Ugh)
Ceasing the rest of these (Ugh)
Lames, I hate these kids (Ugh)
With all they mainstream beats (Ugh!)
Let me make this clear, I don't hate mainstream shit
I think Lil' Wayne is cool, but they do the same thing it's
Really annoying
How they rap like they touring
When actually they boring
Making up all they stories
(Yup!)
Fake-ass-rappers
Fake-ass-rappers
Fake-ass-rappers
Nah, I'm just playin' haha
Yo-they copy Kanye on some shit like
That's real, nigga
Pop pills, nigga
(BOOM)
Pack steel, nigga
(BOOM)
Crack kills, nigga
(BOOM)
IM REAL, NIGGA
(BOOM)
Bro, chill, nigga
(BOOM)
Know what I'm sayin, nigga
(BROOM)
Know what I'm sayin, nigga
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
Ugh, second verse,
Check how I check these jerks
Claiming they banking when lately payments will ache and hurt
And would feel sorry, if you didn't go to party
With a bunch of sluts to fuck in the butt
While I'm just right here starving
For the fame that you claim you have
Don't why, but you lie, it's sad
You ain't the sickest spitting shit
My dicks sicker-without syphilis
Pissing off the competition, and pissing on their compilation
Of greatest hits, it ain't making sense
Heard 'em all, and y'all lame as shit
Time is ours, if you wait a minute
If life's a movie, you'd play the bitch
Cannot move me, I'm staying stiff
Like if a chick dipped really quick
After having me believe that we were gonna fuck
Wait, now I have to enter the bathroom and bust this fucking nut, huh
Damn, my nigga this shit be going harder than a pedophiles dick at Disneyland
My nigga
Shit go hard, my nigga
It's funny, cuss, like, all these rappers be thinking they thugs, my nigga
Let 'em know!
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
You ain't about that life
(You ain't about that life)
Nah-Swag, swag, swag, swag
(I'm swagging')
Swag, swag, swag, swag (I'm swagging')
Swag, swag (I'm swagging')
Swag, swag (I'm swagging')
Swag, swag (Swagging')
Swag, swag
Swag!
Nah-hahaha
Haha, ahh, damn
Aaahh! Fucking stoned!
Alright-enough of this-alright
Stop, cut it
Next track
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Writer(s): Fernando Lopez
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