Life Long

[Intro:]

So self-made

Shout-out my Crenshaw niggas

Them down-south niggas

Yeah...

[Verse 1:]

I pray I never die a broke nigga

Terrell Owens, owing all the dope dealers

Sometimes I glorify the finer things

Because I didn't see them minor things

And the games are known by the refs

Restaurants, I'm even greeted by the chefs

Hangin' with the Jews, you'll get the meat on us

Bangin' with them tools, you'll get to see a bonus

All I wanted was a chance to celebrate

We in the belly of the beast

Collect calls from Gunplay

I pray one day I get to see some peace

But I'm a ride until the wheels won't

Anything Double-M I will kill for

Shots fired – blocka, blocka, case closed

Mexican numbers, talkin' them pesos

[Hook:]

Yeah - so many say I'm livin' life wrong

Yeah – I work hard and I fight strong

Young nigga, I'm just tryna live my life long

Young nigga, I'm just tryna live my life long

Work all night, party all night

Count money all night, then I smoke all night

Young nigga, I'm just tryna live my life long

Young nigga, I'm just tryna live my life long

[Verse 2:]

Five in the morning, I already made five stacks

Them Satchel Paige diamonds, yeah, them bitches pitch black

Tried to put your city on your back and that shit cracked

Consider me a Caterpillar crane, gift-wrapped

About to take the load off, lifestyle so boss

I could pay your costs, all my old hoes lost

Blowin' weed while she blowin' me, you getting' blown off

And I set the bar high, hopin' you can pole-vault

I am not a rapper, just a real nigga

Who accidentally be rhymin' when speakin' on how I feel

Shout-out to everybody that's fuckin' with me for real

I got that fire flow and these bitches they know the drill

My style is all natural, bars is all factual

On the verse I'm a tax you, I spin like I'm on an axel

Survivin' even though I'm sick, Magic Johnson money shit

Laughin' to the bank, but I ain't with that funny shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

I plan to live my life a rich nigga

That's known to always keep a clip with him

Talkin' on the Bluetooth in the 6, nigga

Lookin' like a Westside Crip, nigga

I threw the blunt 'cause she ain't wrap it right

She ain't attracted to the passive type

She told you "no" 'cause you ain't ask her right

I'm getting' head at the traffic light

Smokin' on the kush, that's the average night

Money way taller than the average height

Fuck tryna live an average life

Being broke'll make a nigga snap like a plastic knife

Fresher – Mac-11 on the dresser

All I know is I'm gon' get this shit together

Pressure – I know you heard the expression

Desperate times call for desperate measures

[Hook]

[Outro]