Lifestyle Lil Poppa
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[Intro]
Ayy yo, Bands, what you cookin'?
[Verse 1]
Cold blooded, no point to prove, he been smackin' shit
Detectives know it's him 'cause when he shoot it, he be accurate
He certified, he won't hesitate to bag a bitch
Blood in his eyes, bumpin' that Webbie, on that savage shit
Contract killer, ain't scared of nothin', he a gun tight nigga
Tell him go get him, he gon' come bite with him
Don't call my phone, leave me 'lone, you is not my nigga
And I been prayin' to that chrome, it's just me and that pistol I'm clutchin'
Ain't backin' down just ain't in town, I been road runnin'
Workin' on this show money, new and I need old money
You steady givin' these hoes money but 'round here need to hold somethin'
That chopper hold a whole hundred, that bitch spray from Sunday to Monday
[Chorus]
And I know you ain't seen me lately
Just stayin' away from this fake shit
I been peepin' all the hate shit
And they think I'm goin' crazy
I see everything but don't say shit
It's hard but I face it
Street nigga lifestyle, might not make it
Here today, you're gone tomorrow, back to the basics
We don't fuck with the cops but that don't mean that we racist
We been beatin' the block, then we comin' back with them faces
I know niggas with open wounds, I know niggas with open cases
It ain't promised that you make it with the chances that you takin'
Ain't got that burner, then you naked, when it's your turn then you take it
Lesson learned, you can't erase it, you got that bread, you better break it
Ayy yo, Bands, what you cookin'?
[Verse 1]
Cold blooded, no point to prove, he been smackin' shit
Detectives know it's him 'cause when he shoot it, he be accurate
He certified, he won't hesitate to bag a bitch
Blood in his eyes, bumpin' that Webbie, on that savage shit
Contract killer, ain't scared of nothin', he a gun tight nigga
Tell him go get him, he gon' come bite with him
Don't call my phone, leave me 'lone, you is not my nigga
And I been prayin' to that chrome, it's just me and that pistol I'm clutchin'
Ain't backin' down just ain't in town, I been road runnin'
Workin' on this show money, new and I need old money
You steady givin' these hoes money but 'round here need to hold somethin'
That chopper hold a whole hundred, that bitch spray from Sunday to Monday
[Chorus]
And I know you ain't seen me lately
Just stayin' away from this fake shit
I been peepin' all the hate shit
And they think I'm goin' crazy
I see everything but don't say shit
It's hard but I face it
Street nigga lifestyle, might not make it
Here today, you're gone tomorrow, back to the basics
We don't fuck with the cops but that don't mean that we racist
We been beatin' the block, then we comin' back with them faces
I know niggas with open wounds, I know niggas with open cases
It ain't promised that you make it with the chances that you takin'
Ain't got that burner, then you naked, when it's your turn then you take it
Lesson learned, you can't erase it, you got that bread, you better break it
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