Life

Lyrics
[Hook: Big K.R.I.T sample (Young Roddy)] (Beat Butcha, brrrapp!!) Debonair, throw without a care, hoes, they stop and stare Toot it up, triple boot it up, pop 'n lock it there Debonair, throw without a care, hoes, they stop and stare Toot it up Debonair, throw without a care, hoes, they stop and stare (Life...) Toot it up, triple boot it up, pop 'n lock it there (Uh) Debonair, throw without a care, hoes, they stop and stare Toot it up, triple boot it up, pop 'n lock it there [Verse 1: Young Roddy] What you know about short days and them long nights, boy, tryna get your bread up And my homie caught him a life sentence, damn Hope he keep his head up And I made it this far simply 'cause why? I stay prayed up And I'm clearly past my limit Tryna maintain my image Gotta push start for my engine I kick, push to go get it For my dead passed, I pour henny To the single mother, get money Boy, my rims touch and I'm hungry All aware but ain't shit funny I'm spaced out, I'm blunted Will I make it out shit I wonder All them crabs up in that bucket Tryin' they best to pull the kid under I don't think so That fake shit'll make me go loco I'm worldwide not just local I'm too deep, me and my 44 Her ass fat, but I can handle that Her head down when she throw it back Life.. [Hook: Big K.R.I.T sample] Debonair, throw without a care, hoes, they stop and stare Toot it up, triple boot it up, pop 'n lock it there Debonair, throw without a care, hoes, they stop and stare Toot it up, triple boot it up, pop 'n lock it there [Interlude: Curren$y] Eah La-da-da, da-da, da-da Jet (La-da-da) La-da-da (Da-da, da-da) [Verse 2: Curren$y] Uh The game funny so I don't play Uh, big money, nigga heavyweight Successful at every level so I graduate With high honor marijuana, I'ma levitate Present that sideways slang, Ima set you straight Should never have came in this lane if you couldn't accelerate You been ran over flatline, pancake You do better steppin' off than ever standin' in my way Uh [Hook: Big K.R.I.T sample (Curren$y)] Debonair, throw without a care, hoes, they stop and stare (La-da-da, da-da, da-da) Toot it up, triple boot it up, pop 'n lock it there (Eah, eah) Debonair, throw without a care, hoes, they stop and stare Toot it up, triple boot it up, pop 'n lock it there [Outro: Curren$y] What that is Eah (Good Sense)
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Credits
- Writers
- Curren$y
- Young Roddy