Pop the Champagne!
Despite all the drama
All the hate
All the failure and jealousy
I still remained myself
Even improved a little bit
Became great
Became a success
See, I could die today
And I'll go away
As a motherfucking Legend
Yeah
I went from 14 to 24-carat gold
From getting avoided by hoes
To them blowing up my phone
With calls
Have to put it on flight mode
So I can get some sleep
On the boat
Yeah
Late night, stage time, spotlight
Mic check, Nike Air Max
Born a peasant, die a king
Chasing the good life
Chasing the good life
I wanna be a Boss
Just like Rick Ross
HUH!
Yeah
Fuck it, if they can't relate
This is lifestyle
Pop the champagne!
Smoke good, fuck, eat and drink
Just the life I live
Just the life I live
But I remember
Yeah, I remember well
All the failures and fights
The hustle and struggle
Fairweather friends
When it rained they couldn't see me
Now, I got what I need
A bad bitch to spend my money with
Five stars only everything
Room-service Michellin
Lifestyle of the rich and dangerous
And the winner is...
D O double N I E
I told y'all this would blow up
I told y'all what you need to do
How you need to aim and shoot
You didn't listen, now you live with it
I'm tired of you bitches
I'm tired of you bitches
See, the thing that made the difference
Whilst you were partying
Getting drunk in "Jomfru Ane"
I was home
Scheming, plotting
My grand escape from this place
Where the sky always dark is
Now let the sun shine on me
Let it shine on my bitch's ass and tits
On my all black Bugatti
I'll never quit stunting
No, I'll never quit stunting
I'll never quit stunting
Yeah
Fuck it, if they can't relate
This is lifestyle
Pop the champagne!
Let me cut the bullshit
I wake up in cold Denmark
And still it rains
Still I have to be at work around 8
Still no girlfriend, none worth it
And the friends, I don't know if they real or fake
Just passing my days
Going to the gym and recording in my small place
Don't even open the curtains
'Cause I know how dark it is
Just the life I motherfucking live
Yeah
Eat shit now and later caviar
50 cent taught me, to keep my mind on my money
And don't trust no bitch
Stay away from average
And best believe
This song is my motherfucking prophecy
I'm not gonna let this remain a dream
Ain't nothing, nobody stopping me
I'm worth more than I got
And I got more than one round of bullets for y'all
All the hate
All the failure and jealousy
I still remained myself
Even improved a little bit
Became great
Became a success
See, I could die today
And I'll go away
As a motherfucking Legend
Yeah
I went from 14 to 24-carat gold
From getting avoided by hoes
To them blowing up my phone
With calls
Have to put it on flight mode
So I can get some sleep
On the boat
Yeah
Late night, stage time, spotlight
Mic check, Nike Air Max
Born a peasant, die a king
Chasing the good life
Chasing the good life
I wanna be a Boss
Just like Rick Ross
HUH!
Yeah
Fuck it, if they can't relate
This is lifestyle
Pop the champagne!
Smoke good, fuck, eat and drink
Just the life I live
Just the life I live
But I remember
Yeah, I remember well
All the failures and fights
The hustle and struggle
Fairweather friends
When it rained they couldn't see me
Now, I got what I need
A bad bitch to spend my money with
Five stars only everything
Room-service Michellin
Lifestyle of the rich and dangerous
And the winner is...
D O double N I E
I told y'all this would blow up
I told y'all what you need to do
How you need to aim and shoot
You didn't listen, now you live with it
I'm tired of you bitches
I'm tired of you bitches
See, the thing that made the difference
Whilst you were partying
Getting drunk in "Jomfru Ane"
I was home
Scheming, plotting
My grand escape from this place
Where the sky always dark is
Now let the sun shine on me
Let it shine on my bitch's ass and tits
On my all black Bugatti
I'll never quit stunting
No, I'll never quit stunting
I'll never quit stunting
Yeah
Fuck it, if they can't relate
This is lifestyle
Pop the champagne!
Let me cut the bullshit
I wake up in cold Denmark
And still it rains
Still I have to be at work around 8
Still no girlfriend, none worth it
And the friends, I don't know if they real or fake
Just passing my days
Going to the gym and recording in my small place
Don't even open the curtains
'Cause I know how dark it is
Just the life I motherfucking live
Yeah
Eat shit now and later caviar
50 cent taught me, to keep my mind on my money
And don't trust no bitch
Stay away from average
And best believe
This song is my motherfucking prophecy
I'm not gonna let this remain a dream
Ain't nothing, nobody stopping me
I'm worth more than I got
And I got more than one round of bullets for y'all
Credits
Writer(s): Hajrudin Pranjga
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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