Everyday

I got this shit from the trap Few baggies, my pen, and my pad (few baggies) I done got rich off of rap (racks) You throw 'em, we sendin' 'em back, that shit is a fact My young boy ain't got no ID on 'em He had to slip through the back (go in the back) They took everything he had off his body He thought he was lit 'cause he rap Gotta hustle, go get off your back (get out) He broke, go get him a pack I just blew ten up in Saks (dimes) Fuck cops, they kill if you black You might get a deal if you nice (you might) Gelato I'm smokin' to give you the Feelin' you feel when you still on a flight Light up a blunt, go wheelie that bike (go wheelie that bike) (This is our life) This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday Takin' risks to count this cash in every way If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid Fuck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain Push start all my vehicles sport, you'd think I race Bright stars shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith I caught a plain Patek Philippe and a plain Richard Mille (yeah) Can't explain this shit I see, switchin' lanes in a new V I done slang on every corner, I done made it out the streets Lotta lames in this industry Sucker free, me and Dave East (yeah) My neck look like water, 200 sittin' on a plain tee (yeah) Rich my persona, I fucked your bitch a new Wrangler Jeep Keep that stick on me, 'cause if they play, we gon' play for keeps Back to back Royces, me and Meek We the champs that they envy (champs) I'm a cold P-I-M-P I got hoes in the Benz Jeep I smoke Oprah Winfrey While my bro pumpin' NSYNC The gas, the color purple, sellin' white boy like Nowitzki The cars is foreign like Ginobili, shots burn your chest like whiskey This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday Takin' risks to count this cash in every way If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid Fuck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain Push start all my vehicles sport, you'd think I race Bright stars shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith Popular nigga, I'm not tryna start, this is not the beginning These niggas is broke, I forgot to forget it Sand in my toes, bitch, I'm tropical livin' I try not to pay no attention They probably gon' hate 'til I'm finished Fuck it, as long as they pay me with interest Buckets now, I jump out Ranges that's tinted Smile at them niggas, they hate when you grinnin' I got a Patek that I put on everyday I just watched you eat that bitch, how you not gay? I'm at the gun range just to practice on my aim Bitch this Crip, watch how I get rich, Gunna know my game Just might got trust issues, I'm goin' bonkers, you fuck with me Once my mind made up, I'm pullin' up like the Grim Reaper Since I like drippin', my swag is blue and that's all I see Ain't no rap cappin', this lifestyle true, ain't no flaw in me This a lifestyle that we cherish everyday Takin' risks to count this cash in every way If you lucky, bitch, then you just might get saved Only thing on my bucket list is I get paid Fuck the coppers, you can't stop us like a train Like a doctor, I got meds to heal my pain Push start all my vehicles sport, you'd think I race Bright stars shine on me in the dark inside my Wraith

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