Tyler Durden

Swing for your life, Swing for your life, Swing for your life, Swing for your life, Swing for Your life, Swing for your life, Swing for your life, Swing for your life

321 man wanted the 9
247 always on the grind
Wake up in the lab, waste no time
Wake up, why am I wasting my life?

You wouldn't believe all the shit in my mind
You wouldn't believe how I feel bout my conscious
You wouldn't believe how I felt inside

They said that they got my back like spine
Can't be silly man locked inside
I'm on the strip on the grind
Imma take what's mine

Swing for your life, Swing for your life, Swing for your life, Swing for your life, Swing for Your life, Swing for your life, Swing for your life, Swing for your life

I get it, I flip it's done
I get it, I flip it's gone
Don't know him but he is my son
Don't talk to me, I'm on the run
Don't talk to me, I'm rolling blunts
Can't chat to man, I'm on my lunch
Come chat to man end of the month
Don't chat to man you will get bun ay tell em' look
Don't chat to man you will get bun

Top shelf
Selling that crack like lenn it was on sale
Serving that meth that death could of gone jail
Hell in the cell if your dawg got non bail
Remember them days, used to trap in the motels
Remember them days, three meals eating oat meal
Remember them days, all that eating noodles
The way I finessed it was beautiful
The way I finessed all the numerals
The way I finessed all the goongooroo
Get sticky, the blicky go do do doo
Big bro in the cell, don't know what to do

Let's go, had to stack real quick real
I'm living this life, you can die real quick
I'm living this life, I'mma make it my bih
I'm living this life, I had to make it out quick



Credits
Writer(s): James Vistro
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