Life We Know
Life, life, life they we know, life, I love with all your flaws, the life, life
The life that we know, uh, uh, the life that we know, uh, uh, the life that we know
Oh, she tryna put on a show, the reason I'm lettin' her go
You know that I need you, baby, so why you did me wrong
I ain't been eatin' lately, I been on the road
B-b-b-b-fuck up the life that I chose, gotta pay me to come, to that show
Why they hatin' on me, and I know, shit crazy, cause I did the most
I'ma sit at the table and toast, for the ones that ain't make it this far
I love it with your flaws, for the ones that ain't make it this far
Used to walk if I ain't have the car, now these labels, they know I'm a star
And these bitches, they know who we are
Honestly, they callin' me prodigy
Lie to me, why the fuck you lie to me
Mixin' the Rick with the Prada tee
All of this money, no lottery
Brodie right here beside me
We made it out of the lobby
Gettin' these racks is a hobby
Good pain, smoke, designer weed
I been goin' through this pain, and I don't show it
I'm prayin' to the highest of the highest, and he knows it
I'm geekin' out my mind, I been sippin' on that potion
I'm fuckin' on this bitch, her pussy wet, that shit like ocean
And if you say you got my fuckin' back, you gotta show it
And these niggas be pawns, this shit like chess, this shit like poker
Said you love me gotta show it
The life that we know, uh, uh, the life that we know, uh, uh, the life that we know
Oh, she tryna put on a show, the reason I'm lettin' her go
You know that I need you, baby, so why you did me wrong
I ain't been eatin' lately, I been on the road
B-b-b-b-fuck up the life that I chose, gotta pay me to come, to that show
Why they hatin' on me, and I know, shit crazy, cause I did the most
I'ma sit at the table and toast, for the ones that ain't make it this far
I love it with your flaws, for the ones that ain't make it this far
Used to walk if I ain't have the car, now these labels, they know I'm a star
And these bitches, they know who we are
Honestly, they callin' me prodigy
Lie to me, why the fuck you lie to me
Mixin' the Rick with the Prada tee
All of this money, no lottery
Brodie right here beside me
We made it out of the lobby
Gettin' these racks is a hobby
Good pain, smoke, designer weed
I been goin' through this pain, and I don't show it
I'm prayin' to the highest of the highest, and he knows it
I'm geekin' out my mind, I been sippin' on that potion
I'm fuckin' on this bitch, her pussy wet, that shit like ocean
And if you say you got my fuckin' back, you gotta show it
And these niggas be pawns, this shit like chess, this shit like poker
Said you love me gotta show it
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Writer(s): Tyziah Rankins
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