This is dedicated to all those who don't see it
You can live true baby you can trife way you chose you got to leave your life Aiyyo, you're running out of and you 'bout to cross The finish line, the line
You can live baby you can live trife Whatever way you chose you got to leave life Aiyyo, you're running out of time and you to cross The line, the finish line
And yo! I can't afford to waste a Steppin' with my eyes on niggaz checkin' on my millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this But when grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness
Hah, mad to another vicious scandal I know that you handle when I flip from other angles Now feel my hot wax, burning my melting candles You can't the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals
This is for example, shit will make a nigga worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now We don't your man was living like that Hoping to that nigga see exactly where his heart was at
It's a damn shame how son know your style, know name Watch how he pull your file, make you you never fuckin' came Now even the hardest motherfucker has his day So that shit you talkin', and be about your fuckin' way
You can live baby you can live trife Whatever way you chose you got to leave your Aiyyo, you're out of time and you 'bout to cross The line, the finish line
You can live true baby you can trife way you chose you got to leave your life Aiyyo, you're running out of time and you 'bout to The line, the finish line
Yo, everyday I see you on the smoking With a bunch of niggaz scoping on how they can you wide open You don't even know what's going on up in your Awful murder niggaz itch to you black blue and purple
Ahh, your man came to put you on and tried to make you Hit you with some shit left you flippin' mad in disbelief You can't believe that niggaz that you smoke with is on it And the way rass they really got to bust yo' shit
Thought your man was joking, no attention to the situation Got with crew and just continued smoking Now your man sit and watch you In any other situation you'd be fronting like you
I guess all that fronting is your main It's apparent, he can see right through you you transparent Aiyyo, you need to watch your back you out of time Watch your step, 'cuz you only inches the finish line
You can true baby you can live trife Whatever way you you got to leave your life Aiyyo, you're running out of time and you 'bout to The finish line, the finish
You can live true baby you can trife way you chose you got to leave your life Aiyyo, you're running out of time and you to cross The line, the finish line
Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on trail Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words I'm watchin' all the you makin' fuck the speculatin' nigga you just be fakin' if I'm not mistakin'
Every move you fake you dig your grave a deeper Come around me with that shit I'ma it to my brother's keeper Listen to this, over my emphasis I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I
Now you around the streets with all that shit you speak And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass Hoo, take a look around you get no of sympathy Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in own iniquity
Hah, now you out dead and stinkin', and your eyes are no longer Time caught up quick, with little bitch way of thinkin' Ahh, watch you diminish, while niggaz have to put a finish On your misleading false
You can live true baby you can trife Whatever way you chose you got to leave your Aiyyo, you're out of time and you 'bout to cross The line, the finish line
You can true baby you can live trife Whatever way you chose you got to leave your Aiyyo, you're running out of time and you 'bout to The finish line, the line
You can live true you can live trife Whatever way you chose you got to leave life Aiyyo, you're out of time and you 'bout to cross The line, the finish line
You can live true baby you can trife Whatever way you you got to leave your life Aiyyo, you're running out of and you 'bout to cross The finish line, the line
You can live baby you can live trife Whatever way you chose you got to leave life Aiyyo, you're running out of and you 'bout to cross The line, the finish line
Word is bond, is life You shall be willing to give your life your words shall fail All those who out there frontin', they peoples other than they really are
It will catch up to you player, word is So specifically to all those fake motherfuckers Living out here on that Trying to act they know what the fuck's going on