Lyrics

[Chorus] (x4) So many battlefield scars While driven in plush cars This life as a rap star Its nothin' without hard [Verse 1: Dirt Bag] Dirty dirty got 30 on my way to Missouri I'm bombin' like Chester [?] My truck got 30's but they ain't [?] As you peep through your curtains cause you know im lurkin' Your [?] cause you ain't certain Till you see me in person, cursin, bussin bullets not verses I ain't come around the [?] N****s in they hearses learn a lot from a dumby Henny in my tummy while these bitches strippin' for me Stackin' b's makin' money My habit got me established a murderer livin' lavish [?] I told my mane make my sandwich Droppin' [?], My n**** works with them hammers From Savannah, Atlanta, Miami, Memphis, Alabama 2 places to rip & got like 4 bricks to flip & thеn I hit Ball & dip, I got some hoes on the ship On my way to Trinidad, grippin;' yo pussy cat I try to bе a roll model but bitch I be a Dirt Bag [Chorus] (x4) [Verse 2: Big Gipp] Look, look, Gipp drop the switcher for ya Ice Gipp rotate 20s, leanin' sippin' 5 slippin' slidin' down the [?] [?] all the systems sellin' out, paid for, shawty fye want it [?] Hey, hey, pull that biscuit [?] & straight own it Hey, hey, watch them bullets pa pa pow & run up on it Say, say, The slicker the tongue the more money I make And the block [?] cake cake cake Look at the rocks in the clock do you understand? On the wrist, in the watch, colored stones my man Its the life of a rap star, red eye flights, police escorts, exotic weed with no seeds Workin' Lac curtain screened tint on the windows Home boys better touch you up out the windows The life of a rap star, fancy streets, fancy women, fancy cars, flashy rangs, plane, coats & thangs [Chorus] (x4) [Verse 3: 8Ball] Big chrome wheels trunk bangin' like a concert 99 hustles n****s like me ain't gotta work Sawed off pump legendary lyric writer Used to be a crack cooker now I'm known for spitting fire Boy, don't try to cross 8ways thats a fuckin' no no My chrome fo fo on the seat while I'm rollin solo My whole team fuck with Dirt like a [?] I might rock shows till I get old like the Rollin' Stones I get so stoned at home in my den with my favorite Bone Me & MJG get fucked up like we Cheech & Chong Been doin' hot songs, smoke my weed till the sack gone In the back of [?] hood rat let me check that dome From the hood to the 'burbs they get hooked on my potent words My spoken word leave you chokin' like you smokin' herb A street [?] the same day as John Lennon Livin' prayin' god forgive me for all my sinnin' [Chorus] (x4)