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Over here, we tie your a** up to a chair
And throw bricks at you top beef with your head
Slow pain, torture style,
Better hope one of these s**** knock you out
Unjaw, watch you suffer, scream, shout
And all that badman s*** out the window
And why he gone, I'm having his bimbo
Life is ill, and it makes y'all turns bro
n***** is foul, they run upon you quick lop
n***** is foul, they run upon you quick loking
Light you up, stop your brain
From going any further, now you don't think
So tough, think you so tough
n**** be cool just get your bucks
Should have been cool and just got the ones
Network with the thugs, that's all soaking
Bread money attract women
And how you're pleasant with royalties everything
You unlord piece of s***, ungrateful, son of a hoe
You baby mama calling you dumb, f***** her at that door
[Hook] x 2
Now ain't that a b****, that's life, f*** that, live

I'm nice, I'm high off of this
Get right, do it all big
This life, get right, live

And let die, just let go and let guard
We be a'ight, just cool man, calm
Anybody violate us, we bomb
n**** wrong gonna do that, he dumb
Anybody that foolish, need scars
Permanent reminders, got it more sick cause I spit like the virus
Boy if I get up on my s***, say goodbye is
Time to meet your maker, don't cry
It's a little bit too late now, for that crying
I am, the fly thug, poster board, I rap for every young scrap up in the joint
I fight for every time my pockets is empty
Now I popped on pour some in the street
In memory of the old me, the one and only RIP
[Hook] x 2
Now ain't that a b****, that's life, f*** that, live
I'm nice, I'm high off of this
Get right, do it all big
This life, get right, live.
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