In this life that I'm living
Everything's Taking not given
Always had a way With the women And when it came To clothes
Yeah I Always wore the freshest
Kept my ear to the street
Now I think I got the message
I talk What I know
Not what a nigga tell me
Tired of being broke
I just wanna Be wealthy
Never pay attention
To the rumors they assume
Crab in a bucket elephant in a room He speaks so well
What you thought Hoe I'm educated
I know some niggas real as Pac
That ain't never make it
I know some niggas cool as BIG
That will never prosper
This ain't hip hop homey
This is lyrical gospel
Who am I the man of the hour
Never snitched on my niggas
And I never been a coward
That's just the way that shit go
When you living the life
And tryna keep it on the low lego
And I ain't got the time
To live life off of rhyme
That's why I do it all
But y'all know I grind
It's bout time I do this shit
Cause one day I threw this shit
Away but never did I say
That I was thru wit it
From fights to break ins
Strugglin to make ends
Holdin my head
Sometimes it's too much to take in But I can't lose mama raised a winner When she wasn't able
Nigga I was making dinner
So who are you to tell me
Not to take My spot here
I was on the same grind
Years before you got here
Signed or unsigned
Nigga I want mine
Death to f*ck niggas
Same time one time
They say I take it too far
Cause they can't come close
Say I always get less
But I always do the most
From here to Brazil
I'm a celebrity for real
But when I'm with my peers
I don't get the same feel for real
But I chill
I live limitless I took my pill
Sometimes I sit and think
Should I write my will
But then I think about the fact that I'm here still yeah I'm still here
And every year my year
Because I never stop working
Got you rappers in fear
I would stop but fxxx that
I gotta make it
I kno I can take it
But you can't make me
It's been a struggle
Just to be me lately
A lot of niggas tryna be me lately
And I'm off the meter
So you can't rate me
Only respect shooters
So you can't pump fake me
Last tape was for the smokers
This one here for my babies
I love y'all
Last tape was for the smokers
This one here for my babies yeah
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English
In this life that I'm living
Everything's Taking not given
Always had a way With the women And when it came To clothes
Yeah I Always wore the freshest
Kept my ear to the street
Now I think I got the message
I talk What I know
Not what a nigga tell me
Tired of being broke
I just wanna Be wealthy
Never pay attention
To the rumors they assume
Crab in a bucket elephant in a room He speaks so well
What you thought Hoe I'm educated
I know some niggas real as Pac
That ain't never make it
I know some niggas cool as BIG
That will never prosper
This ain't hip hop homey
This is lyrical gospel
Who am I the man of the hour
Never snitched on my niggas
And I never been a coward
That's just the way that shit go
When you living the life
And tryna keep it on the low lego
And I ain't got the time
To live life off of rhyme
That's why I do it all
But y'all know I grind
It's bout time I do this shit
Cause one day I threw this shit
Away but never did I say
That I was thru wit it
From fights to break ins
Strugglin to make ends
Holdin my head
Sometimes it's too much to take in But I can't lose mama raised a winner When she wasn't able
Nigga I was making dinner
So who are you to tell me
Not to take My spot here
I was on the same grind
Years before you got here
Signed or unsigned
Nigga I want mine
Death to f*ck niggas
Same time one time
They say I take it too far
Cause they can't come close
Say I always get less
But I always do the most
From here to Brazil
I'm a celebrity for real
But when I'm with my peers
I don't get the same feel for real
But I chill
I live limitless I took my pill
Sometimes I sit and think
Should I write my will
But then I think about the fact that I'm here still yeah I'm still here
And every year my year
Because I never stop working
Got you rappers in fear
I would stop but fxxx that
I gotta make it
I kno I can take it
But you can't make me
It's been a struggle
Just to be me lately
A lot of niggas tryna be me lately
And I'm off the meter
So you can't rate me
Only respect shooters
So you can't pump fake me
Last tape was for the smokers
This one here for my babies
I love y'all
Last tape was for the smokers
This one here for my babies yeah
Everything's Taking not given
Always had a way With the women And when it came To clothes
Yeah I Always wore the freshest
Kept my ear to the street
Now I think I got the message
I talk What I know
Not what a nigga tell me
Tired of being broke
I just wanna Be wealthy
Never pay attention
To the rumors they assume
Crab in a bucket elephant in a room He speaks so well
What you thought Hoe I'm educated
I know some niggas real as Pac
That ain't never make it
I know some niggas cool as BIG
That will never prosper
This ain't hip hop homey
This is lyrical gospel
Who am I the man of the hour
Never snitched on my niggas
And I never been a coward
That's just the way that shit go
When you living the life
And tryna keep it on the low lego
And I ain't got the time
To live life off of rhyme
That's why I do it all
But y'all know I grind
It's bout time I do this shit
Cause one day I threw this shit
Away but never did I say
That I was thru wit it
From fights to break ins
Strugglin to make ends
Holdin my head
Sometimes it's too much to take in But I can't lose mama raised a winner When she wasn't able
Nigga I was making dinner
So who are you to tell me
Not to take My spot here
I was on the same grind
Years before you got here
Signed or unsigned
Nigga I want mine
Death to f*ck niggas
Same time one time
They say I take it too far
Cause they can't come close
Say I always get less
But I always do the most
From here to Brazil
I'm a celebrity for real
But when I'm with my peers
I don't get the same feel for real
But I chill
I live limitless I took my pill
Sometimes I sit and think
Should I write my will
But then I think about the fact that I'm here still yeah I'm still here
And every year my year
Because I never stop working
Got you rappers in fear
I would stop but fxxx that
I gotta make it
I kno I can take it
But you can't make me
It's been a struggle
Just to be me lately
A lot of niggas tryna be me lately
And I'm off the meter
So you can't rate me
Only respect shooters
So you can't pump fake me
Last tape was for the smokers
This one here for my babies
I love y'all
Last tape was for the smokers
This one here for my babies yeah
Writer: Tremaine Keller, Ty Boyland
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid