Livin the Life
It's wet ink, you dig? Think it's a joint
Y'all get a level and all that, right?
Who joint is that, who that singing that?
I likes, that shit crazy
Once again, back in business
AZ is a whole game motherfucker
In a high rise penthouse suite over the beach
Got a bad bitch, butt ass, massaging my feet
Bumping DeBarge through the iPod, I'm nodding to sleep
My homey Miz caught a charge, his bid start in a week
Valet garage, got eleven cars parked in the street
One of the few so elite, it's an honor to meet
Obama physique, groomed well, garments is sleek
Have a chick so in check you got to con her to speak
Don of the week, centerfold magazine style
Fuck Kenneth Cole, everything is Japanese now
Love dinner rolls, lemonade with iced tea mixed
Who's on beginner mode? I see through the sheisty shit
Politely flipped, handsome, slightly mixed
Random broads come up order, few might see dick
Fights we fixed, it's a handful whose life's legit
Said it before, motherfuckers, yeah life's a bitch
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
Kick standing Kawasaki, cooling it off
Switch hands, the sour got me, I'm cool as the frost
Shower properly, smelling like a jeweler minoff
It's only right like a midnight two to a Porsche
Dual exhaust, buck-60, fleeing, burning the clutch
Ballers is never talkers, they stay stern and adjust
The jeans is crushed, double stitched, creased in the front
So go figure, ne-er nigga could teach me to stunt
Reach for the blunt, the reaper ain't release in a month
No sleeping, if you're scheming you'll get beat to the punch
Retreat to the trunk, feet up, fruit in the bowl
How many ever mink up and drop the coupe in the cold?
The view is controlled, the watchers just work and contribute
Only certified fly guys flirt with the visual
Circle the menu, main course pick of the day
Get yours, what else for a nigga to say?
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
Y'all get a level and all that, right?
Who joint is that, who that singing that?
I likes, that shit crazy
Once again, back in business
AZ is a whole game motherfucker
In a high rise penthouse suite over the beach
Got a bad bitch, butt ass, massaging my feet
Bumping DeBarge through the iPod, I'm nodding to sleep
My homey Miz caught a charge, his bid start in a week
Valet garage, got eleven cars parked in the street
One of the few so elite, it's an honor to meet
Obama physique, groomed well, garments is sleek
Have a chick so in check you got to con her to speak
Don of the week, centerfold magazine style
Fuck Kenneth Cole, everything is Japanese now
Love dinner rolls, lemonade with iced tea mixed
Who's on beginner mode? I see through the sheisty shit
Politely flipped, handsome, slightly mixed
Random broads come up order, few might see dick
Fights we fixed, it's a handful whose life's legit
Said it before, motherfuckers, yeah life's a bitch
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
Kick standing Kawasaki, cooling it off
Switch hands, the sour got me, I'm cool as the frost
Shower properly, smelling like a jeweler minoff
It's only right like a midnight two to a Porsche
Dual exhaust, buck-60, fleeing, burning the clutch
Ballers is never talkers, they stay stern and adjust
The jeans is crushed, double stitched, creased in the front
So go figure, ne-er nigga could teach me to stunt
Reach for the blunt, the reaper ain't release in a month
No sleeping, if you're scheming you'll get beat to the punch
Retreat to the trunk, feet up, fruit in the bowl
How many ever mink up and drop the coupe in the cold?
The view is controlled, the watchers just work and contribute
Only certified fly guys flirt with the visual
Circle the menu, main course pick of the day
Get yours, what else for a nigga to say?
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
This is for the homeys that did it and got away with it
Still around and talking, lounging, never lost it
Built they own fortress, living the life
Four wheeling or they peeling on bikes
Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Johnson
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