The Way We Used to Live

Money Montage & King Los & Mark Battles - Rap, In English
The Way We Used to Live
3 Plays
Duration: 2:30
Lyrics
[Verse 1: King Los] Uh, livin' for the moment Starin' at forever like they still ain't get my old shit Uh, niggas washed up, I came to fold shit You don't want static, then bounce, now that's some cold shit Haha Comin' out with my guns blazin', workin' two phones like I'm fundrasin' Chill nigga, you ain't real, nigga, I kill niggas and front page 'em Different, I got four cars, war scars Chef on you, pour sauce Push-up, four arms Two chains in a new Range Shoot game on Liu Kang with your boo thing Cash rules everything around a nigga, Wu-Tang New slang, Husain We bomb, you lame We ball, you James Not Bron, not Harden But Evans, you starvin' Good times, I'm a Martian I go to Mars and just march in I throw these bars with no caution Just fire flow with my arson I circle back, I might loss through I circle back like a turtle, eh I'm at your throat like a turtleneck I'm on your ass like a girdle Hurdle that murder, trash like a villain It's killin', it's stealin' this bitch and I'm willing this bitch off the road And never worse nigga in my lane, get out of my way 'cause I'm out of control I'm the black hope Lyrical crack dope, miracle rap flow He was swag-swag with a backpack flow, I'm the best, that's facts, go [Interlude: Mark Battles] Yeah [Verse 2: Mark Battles] I tried to tell them niggas cool it 'cause I'm feelin' undisputed Chillin' sharks get baitless, tell the DJ play the music Kill the first tec, so just chill with the hate shit Be careful creepin', I'm like Stephen, I keep eight Smith Make hits to the max like Keller Man livin' so elegant and we gon' ball for the hell of it It's all bars like we came from prison I come with more verses than the King James Edition But you'll see it clear as soon as we change the vision Don't ask 'em for permission, gotta keep things consistent Yo, it's hard survivin' in my city Tryna bring my niggas with me It's just the ugly truth, shit ain't never been pretty Rush that third eye She got her skirt out soon as we skrrt out Them niggas hatin', but I don't know y'all Anything that you need, it's for the lowball Battles
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Credits
- Writers
- Money Montage
- King Los
- Mark Battles