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(Intro)
There's no lie, man I'm so
Gotta life, cus the day you die
No lights, this life has a price
And I'm feelin, I'm

(Verse)
And man who can say one say I
Won't run the streets, I wouldn't get
Not and this a matter what the fuck shit man
Nigga tryin me out with the hot man
If you tryna get down, make a with the maker
We'll show you how we deal with a hater
Killers out there'll have to live with it
Shoot him in the head and deal it later
Man he's up, fit to them
Guess I'm only waitin I'mma get to them
Hatin ass don't mention them
But please don't mention what we did to
Nigga you how we do and we do all
Step through, I put the fire, it'll be tall
And like your life on the whenever we talk
If you say the wrong it could be yo loss
I'mma do a kick in a major way
Nigga that's
Smoke and think about how I'mma get paid
stop, can't rest til I'm major paid
If I die today then I die
Nigga, no lie
Because I live every day of my life like a life
K so we about it

(Hook)
I can on the tip of my fingers
no lie, man I'm so high
I feel like I've been with angels
live life, cus the day you die
Every day the true become
No flashing lights, life has a price
And I can on the tip of my fingers
And I it, I feel it

(Verse)
Now I ain't sayin that I'm famous but the feel like I made it
Come to Alabama, where treat me like I'm savin
Bet my mama still on that block
Ridin in that same car
Getting harassed by the same
Feeling like I'm the rain drops
I haven't got a pot to piss in til I got a pot to cool bricks in
And I got a couple rich friends who like I'm switching friends
Boy a say anything
say a nigga changed
Feel like a cartoon wardrobe, I swear to God I'm still the
Come on feel my pain, going through so
And while it's "fuck the fame", shit, where's the
I can't these streets — I can't lose my plug
If rap don't work for me, I'm back to drugs.
hopes, cashin dubs
Same say, match it up
Cus shit, I'm through to go back to shit
And while I'm getting tied to my riches
Money make it for better
I'm so I can smell on my eyes and I see clearly