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(Intro)
There's no lie, man I'm so
live 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
run the streets, I wouldn't get high
Not today and this a matter the fuck shit man
tryin me out with the hot shit 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 with it later
Shoot him in the and deal with it later
Man he's made up, fit to
Guess I'm only waitin only get to them
Hatin ass don't mention them
But please don't mention we did to them
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 line whenever we
If you say the thing it could be yo loss
I'mma do a play in a major way
Nigga real
Smoke and think about how get paid today
Won't stop, rest til I'm major paid
If I die today then I die
Nigga, no lie
Because I live every day of my like a night life
K so we about it

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

(Verse)
Now I ain't sayin that I'm famous but the streets feel like I it
Come to Alabama, where they treat me like I'm
Bet my mama on that same block
Ridin round in same car
Getting harassed by the cops
Feeling I'm bout the rain drops
I mean haven't got a pot to piss in til I got a pot to bricks in
And I got a couple rich friends who feelin like I'm friends
Boy a nigga say
Niggas say a nigga
Feel like a cartoon wardrobe, I swear to God I'm still the
Come on feel my pain, going so much
And it's "fuck the fame", shit, where's the love?
I can't leave streets — I can't lose my plug
If rap don't work for me, I'm back to drugs.
Havin hopes, cashin
Same will say, 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 bitch
I'm so I can smell on my eyes and I see clearly