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(Intro)
There's no lie, man I'm so
Gotta life, cus the day you die
No flashing lights, 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 get high
Not today and a matter what the fuck shit man
Nigga me out with the hot shit man
If you get down, make a deal with the maker
We'll show you firsthand how we deal with a
out there'll have to live with it later
Shoot him in the head and deal it later
Man made up, fit to them
Guess I'm only waitin only get to them
Hatin ass nigga don't them
But please don't what we did to them
you know how we do and we do all
Step through, I put the fire, it'll be more
And like your on the line 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
and think about how I'mma get paid today
Won't stop, can't rest til I'm major
If I die today then I die
Nigga, no lie
Because I live every day of my life like a night
K so we good it

(Hook)
I can on the tip of my fingers
no lie, man I'm so high
I feel like been sleepin with angels
live life, cus the day you die
Every day the true famous
No flashing lights, this life has a
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 streets feel like I it
Come to Alabama, where they treat me like I'm
Bet my mama still on that block
Ridin round in that car
harassed by the same cops
Feeling like I'm bout the drops
I mean haven't got a pot to in til I got a pot to cool bricks in
And I got a couple rich who feelin like I'm switching friends
Boy a say anything
say a nigga changed
Feel like a cartoon wardrobe, I to God I'm still the same
Come on feel my pain, through so much
And it's "fuck the fame", shit, where's the love?
I can't leave these streets — I lose my plug
If rap don't work for me, I'm to sellin' drugs.
Havin hopes, cashin
Same will say, it up
Cus shit, I'm through to go to that shit
And while I'm getting tied to my riches
Money make it for bitch
I'm so close I can smell on my eyes and I see