Street Life
Yeah
B'aRa, in the building
Man
You already, know; what's happening
We in, here
Yeah
Ok
I kind of; fucking with this one, though
Yeah; look
Look
I'm from, Louisiana
We was, breed different
My lil hitters, tote them big rodes
Leave your, head missing
Told, shorty; I'll be back
That pussy; still dripping
Swear she; swallow it, all
Her head game; vicious
Use to keep it; 100 with her
Now it's, 150
Thank God
For opening, my eyes
Showed me
Who really; with me
I got nothing; to prove
Niggas, know; I'm the sickest
They been, hating
Took a minute; for some, recognition!
Had to, put my pieces; together
To make my; puzzle vivid
Invested and signed myself
So no more, bull shit
Circle got, smaller
But still I, handle business
One Man Army
Extendo; with extra, ammunition
I'm a, General
Give the word
They execute, the mission
I'm Originally; from the trenches
Ain't have a; pot to, piss in
Pill potent; got me rolling
Bitch; just, kicked in
We turned up; last night
Tonight; we live, again
Silly me
To think, he changed
That nigga; jive again
Shitd; I, asked her
Just to see
That bitch; lied, again
Y'all ain't; making no noise
I'm on that; loud again
I got that bag; in that bag
I'm trying to; cash it in
Shorty, pressure
And she, always; keep a bad, lil friend
I'm like Dexter; I'm always, working
I'm in the; lab again
Hustle hard
Feeling like; I'm in the trap, again!
They killed, my nigga
I'll never leave; without that, strap again
Hold up
I'm from, Louisiana
We was, breed different
My lil hitters; tote them, big rodes!
Leave your, head missing
Told, shorty; I'll be back
That pussy; still dripping
Swear she; swallow it, all
Her head game; vicious
Use to keep it; 100 with her
Now it's, 150
Thank God
For opening, my eyes
Showed me; who really, with me
I got nothing; to prove
Niggas, know; I'm the sickest!
They been, hating!
Took a minute; for some, recognition!
I don't; understand
This shit, now
You know, how I; get down
Grown man, shit; nigga
We can, have a; seat down
It's rules, to this game
See a lot, of shit
Done; switched, now
They was, on me; back then
But they, really; on my dick now
Been down, at the range
So, when I shoot
I don't, miss now
Thought I was; pussy
Off his; thinker
So, he can't; think now
So much; going on
Pressure
What I'm, blowing on
Many ratting; the rest hating
That's why I; rather be, alone
I don't; understand
This shit, now
You know, how I; get down
Grown man, shit; nigga
We can, have a; seat down
It's rules, to this game
See a lot, of shit
Done; switched, now
They was, on me; back then
But they, really; on my dick now
Been down; at the range
So, when I shoot
I don't, miss now
Thought I was; pussy
Off his; thinker
So, he can't; think now
So much; going on
Pressure
What I'm, blowing on
Many ratting; the rest hating
That's why I; rather be, alone
Hold up
I'm from, Louisiana
We was, breed different
My lil hitters; tote them, big rodes
Leave your, head missing
Told, shorty; I'll be back
That pussy; still dripping
Swear she; swallow it, all
Her head game; vicious
Use to keep it; 100 with her
Now it's, 150
Thank God
For opening, my eyes
Showed me
Who really, with me
I got nothing, to prove
Niggas know; I'm the sickest
They been, hating
Took a minute; for some, recognition
B'aRa, in the building
Man
You already, know; what's happening
We in, here
Yeah
Ok
I kind of; fucking with this one, though
Yeah; look
Look
I'm from, Louisiana
We was, breed different
My lil hitters, tote them big rodes
Leave your, head missing
Told, shorty; I'll be back
That pussy; still dripping
Swear she; swallow it, all
Her head game; vicious
Use to keep it; 100 with her
Now it's, 150
Thank God
For opening, my eyes
Showed me
Who really; with me
I got nothing; to prove
Niggas, know; I'm the sickest
They been, hating
Took a minute; for some, recognition!
Had to, put my pieces; together
To make my; puzzle vivid
Invested and signed myself
So no more, bull shit
Circle got, smaller
But still I, handle business
One Man Army
Extendo; with extra, ammunition
I'm a, General
Give the word
They execute, the mission
I'm Originally; from the trenches
Ain't have a; pot to, piss in
Pill potent; got me rolling
Bitch; just, kicked in
We turned up; last night
Tonight; we live, again
Silly me
To think, he changed
That nigga; jive again
Shitd; I, asked her
Just to see
That bitch; lied, again
Y'all ain't; making no noise
I'm on that; loud again
I got that bag; in that bag
I'm trying to; cash it in
Shorty, pressure
And she, always; keep a bad, lil friend
I'm like Dexter; I'm always, working
I'm in the; lab again
Hustle hard
Feeling like; I'm in the trap, again!
They killed, my nigga
I'll never leave; without that, strap again
Hold up
I'm from, Louisiana
We was, breed different
My lil hitters; tote them, big rodes!
Leave your, head missing
Told, shorty; I'll be back
That pussy; still dripping
Swear she; swallow it, all
Her head game; vicious
Use to keep it; 100 with her
Now it's, 150
Thank God
For opening, my eyes
Showed me; who really, with me
I got nothing; to prove
Niggas, know; I'm the sickest!
They been, hating!
Took a minute; for some, recognition!
I don't; understand
This shit, now
You know, how I; get down
Grown man, shit; nigga
We can, have a; seat down
It's rules, to this game
See a lot, of shit
Done; switched, now
They was, on me; back then
But they, really; on my dick now
Been down, at the range
So, when I shoot
I don't, miss now
Thought I was; pussy
Off his; thinker
So, he can't; think now
So much; going on
Pressure
What I'm, blowing on
Many ratting; the rest hating
That's why I; rather be, alone
I don't; understand
This shit, now
You know, how I; get down
Grown man, shit; nigga
We can, have a; seat down
It's rules, to this game
See a lot, of shit
Done; switched, now
They was, on me; back then
But they, really; on my dick now
Been down; at the range
So, when I shoot
I don't, miss now
Thought I was; pussy
Off his; thinker
So, he can't; think now
So much; going on
Pressure
What I'm, blowing on
Many ratting; the rest hating
That's why I; rather be, alone
Hold up
I'm from, Louisiana
We was, breed different
My lil hitters; tote them, big rodes
Leave your, head missing
Told, shorty; I'll be back
That pussy; still dripping
Swear she; swallow it, all
Her head game; vicious
Use to keep it; 100 with her
Now it's, 150
Thank God
For opening, my eyes
Showed me
Who really, with me
I got nothing, to prove
Niggas know; I'm the sickest
They been, hating
Took a minute; for some, recognition
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Writer(s): Henry Davis Jr
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