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

(Verse)
And man who can say one say I
Won't run the streets, I get high
Not today and a matter what 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 firsthand how we deal with a
Killers out have to live with it later
Shoot him in the head and deal with it
Man made up, fit to them
Guess I'm only waitin only get to them
Hatin ass nigga don't mention
But please don't mention what we did to
you know how we do and we do all
Step through, I put the fire, it'll be more
And like your life on the line we talk
If you say the thing it could be yo loss
I'mma do a kick play in a way
Nigga real
Smoke and think how I'mma get paid today
stop, can't rest til I'm major paid
If I die today I die smiling
Nigga, no lie
Because I live day of my life like a night life
K so we about it

(Hook)
I can on the tip of my fingers
There's no lie, man I'm so
I feel I've been sleepin with angels
Gotta life, cus the day you die
Every day the true famous
No lights, this 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 I'm savin
Bet my mama still on that block
Ridin round in that car
Getting harassed by the same
Feeling like I'm bout the rain
I mean got a pot to piss in til I got a pot to cool bricks in
And I got a rich friends who feelin like I'm switching friends
Boy a say anything
Niggas say a nigga
Feel like a cartoon wardrobe, I swear to God I'm the same
Come on my pain, going through so much
And while it's "fuck the fame", shit, the love?
I can't leave these streets — I can't my plug
If rap don't work for me, I'm to sellin' drugs.
Havin hopes, dubs
will say, match it up
Cus shit, I'm to go back to that shit
And while I'm getting tied to my niggas'
make it for better bitch
I'm so close I can smell on my and I see clearly