Life Story

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[Intro] Aye Manny, this joint crank fool Johnny Caravaggio [Chorus] I was just down bad fucked up, uh Went in the stu' parked in and I lucked up These niggas down bad these niggas fucked up Walk in the trap and I got my lil' bucks up Shit so crazy how these niggas switch up Time to go slide gotta load all the Glicks up All this ice on my neck had to bust my lil' wrist up 'Bout to get thirty pounds I ain't doin' no sit-ups Before all this rap everybody knew me Sellin' that crack rock right in the street Got charged five bands for a motherfuckin' feat' Balenci' my hoodie Balenci' my feet Remember them days my brothers couldn't eat Now it's just Benihana when we feast I really got killers to the [?] to the [?] I'm Big 64 nigga from the Creek [Verse] Cartier frames when I look I be readin' niggas like a book I ain't have my gun hit him with a hook When niggas see me pussy niggas shook My OG taught me nigga how to cook How you lose thirty grams you a rookie I need ten bands to get booked If you got less than that you gettin' jugged, uh Go to New York got stars in the Wraith Hop out the car me and Suave hit the bank Go to the hood get a young nigga Drac's [?] 6-4 [?] Don't need no friends don't need no fakes 'Cause I already know these niggas gon' hate Got blue hundreds now put that shit in they face Remember Chazbandz told me young nigga gon' make it Uh, I'm a real young OG no fakin' Teach all the young niggas get that paper Find you a lane and we gotta go take it I ain't fall offthese niggas just hatin' Don't fuck with no pigs don't fuck with no bacon 12 hit the spot man this shit just got raided Fresh out the trap and this shit feel amazing And I still got that crack like the motherfuckin' eighties [Interlude] Yeah, Goonrich nigga, yeah (Uh) And I lucked up Huh? Trap, oooh Go slide [Chorus] I was just down bad fucked up, uh Went in the stu' parked in and I lucked up These niggas down bad these niggas fucked up Walk in the trap and I got my lil' bucks up Shit so crazy how these niggas switch up Time to go slide gotta load all the Glicks up All this ice on my neck had to bust my lil' wrist up 'Bout to get thirty pounds I ain't doin' no sit-ups Before all this rap everybody knew me Sellin' that crack rock right in the street Got charged five bands for a motherfuckin' feat' Balenci' my hoodie Balenci' my feet Remember them days my brothers couldn't eat Now it's just Benihana when we feast I really got killers to the [?] to the [?] I'm Big 64 nigga from the Creek