Lyrics

(sneeze) [Verse] Yeah, mm-hmm Aye, aye, aye I just got to run and get that check in, aye Shorty swear I'm fucking with her best friend, aye At my brother wedding, I'm the best man We up early in the morning, eating breakfast, aye She keep asking me who I'm texting 'Cause my cellphone buzzin' like a Nextel In the 'ville, smoke a zip by my damn self Off the hip, off rip, fuck a handrail And I'm tryna stack more paper than my fan-mail Need a concealed, compact handheld And thе feet are movin' slower than a landsnail Out in Phoenix catchin' sun, walking sand trails Good focus on thе job, I do damn well Need a parking lot with rocks not a square slab Rest in peace to Bo P, O.G. [tear app?] Three wheel, it's super geeked, and it's stupid fast [Rick split?] the whole frame, couldn't glue it back Niggas know it's not a game, you can't view the stash And the street give you a chain, gotta give it back And my life ain't been the same since they killed Cat '99 ghost Range, fifth wheel attached I've done drove 17 hours, that's a real crash In this life we lose a lot, but how ya live that? Push it all in the pot, down to your last, uh, uh Give it all ya' got, that's a real try Grey clouds in the sky, but I still smile Anyone that bring ya down, that's a real crowd Watch that nigga in the crowd, 'cause he will style, yuh Livin' out this life is a real treat At the same time it's bitter but it's still sweet, aye Livin' out this life is a real treat 'Cause at the same time it's bitter but it's still sweet (Ya' dig?)