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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
run the streets, I wouldn't get high
Not today and this a matter what the fuck man
Nigga tryin me out the hot shit man
If you tryna get down, make a with the maker
show you firsthand how we deal with a hater
Killers out there'll to live with it later
Shoot him in the and deal with it later
Man he's made up, fit to
I'm only waitin only I'mma get to them
Hatin ass don't mention them
But please don't what 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 wrong it could be yo loss
do a kick play in a major way
Nigga real
Smoke and think about how I'mma get paid
Won't stop, can't rest til I'm major
If I die then I die smiling
Nigga, no lie
Because I every day of my life like a night life
K so we about it

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

(Verse)
Now I sayin that I'm famous but the streets feel like I made it
Come to Alabama, they treat me like I'm savin
Bet my mama still on same block
round in that same car
Getting by the same cops
Feeling like I'm bout the rain
I mean haven't got a pot to in til I got a pot to cool bricks in
And I got a couple friends who feelin like I'm switching friends
Boy a nigga say
Niggas say a nigga
Feel like a wardrobe, I swear to God I'm still the same
Come on feel my pain, through so much
And while it's "fuck the fame", shit, the love?
I can't these streets — I can't 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 to my niggas' riches
Money it for better bitch
I'm so close I can smell on my eyes and I see