Life’s On The Line Lola Brooke

Nobody likes me
Nobody likes me, but that's okay
'Cause I don't like ya'll anyway
Man, I don't like ya'll anyway
Fuck all ya'll

I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me
My gat talk for me, grrraahh, what up homie?
Them niggas who don't know me, they wanna blow me
'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me

I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now
I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown
Coke prices go up, capsules come down
The D's run in they crib, they nowhere to be found
Niggas who hustle for heat, nah they don't even stash tracks
They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack
When I don't like bitches, nah gator don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fucking head like a Hindu

Look, I ain't going nowhere, so get used to me
OGs look at me and see I'm what they used to be
I know niggas that sold coke, the niggas that sold dope
Same niggas that shot dice, went broke then sold soap
Them thugs that pop shit, them thugs that pop clips
Them thugs that went from three and a half to a whole brick
Bitches ain't in they right mind going against me
My pictures painted through words, I make a blind bitch see