[Intro: Jay Rock]
I remember just sittin' in that strap house (strap house)
Yeah, I remember just sittin' in that strap house, should I say the crack house
Steady movin' packs out
I remember just sittin' in that strap house (strap house)
Yeah, I remember just sittin' in that strap house, should I say the crack house
[Chorus: London]
If your life (if your life)
Is like mine (is like mine)
You will grind (you will grind)
You will shine (you will shine)
I get mine (I get mine)
Day and night (day and night)
Do it feel (do it feel), oversized (oversized)
Livin' the life, uh, uh
The life, uh, uh [X3]
Livin' the life, uh, uh
The life, uh, uh [X3]
[Verse 1: Ya Boy]
Yeah, we used to be like, damn we need more sluts
Now we feelin' ourselves like, they can't afford us
I never toured much, now I got a tour bus
Wife beater rock star rockin' with ya boy Yuk
Uck! Look like the bay in the building
Banana clips whole bunch of Ks in the building
Nigga don't worry about gettin' grazed in the building
Bodies drop, souls gettin' raised in the building
Ooops, did I go off subject?
I ain't mean to, sometime my brain just does that
Honestly I feel it's the result of gettin' money
Ever since I got my money, feel like everybody want me
But how could I ever forget that everybody loves me
Got the whole west coast ready to ride for me
So nigga, you get mad and Imma get paid
You see, I make bitches, and you just bitch made
I remember just sittin' in that strap house (strap house)
Yeah, I remember just sittin' in that strap house, should I say the crack house
Steady movin' packs out
I remember just sittin' in that strap house (strap house)
Yeah, I remember just sittin' in that strap house, should I say the crack house
[Chorus: London]
If your life (if your life)
Is like mine (is like mine)
You will grind (you will grind)
You will shine (you will shine)
I get mine (I get mine)
Day and night (day and night)
Do it feel (do it feel), oversized (oversized)
Livin' the life, uh, uh
The life, uh, uh [X3]
Livin' the life, uh, uh
The life, uh, uh [X3]
[Verse 1: Ya Boy]
Yeah, we used to be like, damn we need more sluts
Now we feelin' ourselves like, they can't afford us
I never toured much, now I got a tour bus
Wife beater rock star rockin' with ya boy Yuk
Uck! Look like the bay in the building
Banana clips whole bunch of Ks in the building
Nigga don't worry about gettin' grazed in the building
Bodies drop, souls gettin' raised in the building
Ooops, did I go off subject?
I ain't mean to, sometime my brain just does that
Honestly I feel it's the result of gettin' money
Ever since I got my money, feel like everybody want me
But how could I ever forget that everybody loves me
Got the whole west coast ready to ride for me
So nigga, you get mad and Imma get paid
You see, I make bitches, and you just bitch made
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