If We're Living To Die

The girl chase the dream, the man chase the cream
Yea
Them hoes gon flock, them socks gon rock
Yea
Why we dress up, just to get the box
Yea
If we're living to die, we might as well fuck
Yea

They say we living to die ain't that a true stat?
They say we living a lie so where the truth at?
These niggas walk around blind you hear that stick tap
Two steps to the side I'm glad I missed that
Had a baby on the way I had to dodge that
Had a lady on the way had to finesse that
That lady baby ain't mine so now I'm savage
Nobodies safe I'm wrecking havoc on all of you bitches that carry baggage
Never slip up, I use a magnum and send her home to you ass backwards
These hoes is contractors they build and destroy
All about the drama man that's what they enjoy
Mad when you don't need em, mad when you're unemployed
Mad when I'm there, when I'm gone leave a void
All these bitches the same that pussy pinker than Floyd
Stick together like playboy pages they flock together, hoes of a feather
Yea

The girl chase the dream, the man chase the cream
Yea
Them hoes gon flock, them socks gon rock
Yea
Why we dress up, just to get the box
Yea
If we're living to die, we might as well fuck



Credits
Writer(s): Jarrod Horsey
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