My Lifestyle

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Big Lean & Chief Keef - Rap

My Lifestyle

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[Verse 1: Big Lean] Bitch get down with the get down Y'all gonna wait till I'm rich now All you see me with Sosa So you know I'm getting closer Keep that strap with no holster Just to pop at a joker You should know from way back That lean don't play that I'm trying to live how a king should live Thinking back, when my mama lost a crib Thinking back, on when they told me My brother would live Now it's us against the world, something gotta give I'm on a roll and nobody can stop me The fliest thing looking out of Gianni Versace The diamond rings you could swear I'm related to Papi T.O, lean back, get that dough I stay on my humble, I came up in this jungle Raised in the 'jects of Toronto They clap for tweets we don't follow Might just send you a holla And tell you to hold that I'm just letting you know that Fly down here might not go back [Hook] Money, Cars, Clothes, that's my lifestyle Ice keep me flows, that's my lifestyle You can call it pimpin', but that's my lifestyle More henny overflowed, that's my lifestyle That's my lifestyle x4 Keep them pussies on they toes, that's my lifestyle (Bang, Bang) That's my lifestyle x2 [Verse 2: Chief Keef] I pull up, get out, bitches pull their tits out I'm Chief Sosa, the shit now, I meant to say I'm rich now I'm buy what I pay now, I don't work for shit now Either get hit or get down, merk you, you can't snitch now Chief Sosa from O'Block, 300 on both blocks On both blocks we tote Glocks, on both blocks we blow Glocks On both blocks we kill opps, sad stories like soap ops You ain't no gangsta, 2Pac, shoot you up like O-Dog And I think I'm Ice Cube, one phone call a roll call I'm coolin' on FrontStreet, In the field with my bro gods And I think I'm Ice Cube, one phone call a roll call I'm coolin' on FrontStreet, In the field with my bro gods [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Lean] Degrees, we up in here Swaggin' in my fur Young baller like Corey on the bench The money over there, right on the dresser Told you I'll see you again baby there's no pressure These rappers try hard just stay current, they can't keep up No endurance Ass fine, she suckin' while I'm starin' A girl in the back, she can't stop starin' [Hook]

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Credits

Writers
  • Chief Keef
  • Big Lean