Lyrics

[Chorus: Mansa] I wish my brothers getting more life Premium, all we got is Cali and raw white They didn't leave me with no choice I'm living so hot in this motherfucking cold life Buss down, hella packs, I need more ice Plug got it for the low, I need a low price I was living like a lowlife Told that bitch "Stop bringing up my old life" [Verse: Shaker The Baker] Addicted to the streets, I'm a curbaholic It's ironic 'cause they're tryna get me murdered on it I really used to like that beat until I heard him on it Baby, don't sit on my lap, I've got my burner on it I still fuck up on the regular, I'm learning from it I got loud, I got my Maggie, that's my herbal tonic I was minding my business, never heard the gossip I get higher than the motherfucking Halley Comet Pull up on the blizzy with a fizzy in a stolen Shit I did, it shoulda caught up with me but I'm chosen They ain't fucking with me 'cause I'm litty and I'm frozen Tell the plug, "I need a half a brizzy or a whole one" Begging me to tick him, I ain't ticking it to no one Way too many opps doing business with him, so dumb Hundred in the minus, if they kill him then it's so done All I needed was a good run I've been hiding this pain I've been hiding this pain while I've been hiding this pain Buss down with the plain Jane Shit changed, really ain't the same Yeah, I'm gang but I learned to survive alone All I needed was a burner and a microphone I really made a killing off a Lyca phone Gun got me feeling like Al Capone [Chorus: Mansa] I wish my brothers getting more life Premium, all we got is Cali and raw white They didn't leave me with no choice I'm living so hot in this motherfucking cold life Buss down, hella packs, I need more ice Plug got it for the low, I need a low price I was living like a lowlife Told that bitch "Stop bringing up my old life"