[Verse 1 ?]
They say closed mouths don't get fed, my mouth wide
It's crazy that I had to watch my man play both sides
Niggas talk crazy on the net, but don't come outside
I remember days I was walking, ain't have a ride
I know that I could hit your bitch, ain't gotta try
And I know that that shit was cap, you been a ly
I know niggas in the game that ain't right, but ain't pennalized
You could see the pain in my face, look at my eyes
I could tell that her ass ain't real, look at her thighs
Is you dying to live? Or living to die?
I know niggas carey pistols too, cause they can't fight
You ain't never had to bring the bag across state lines
Bro said let's get high as hell, pour eight lines
If my bitch ever say something to you, then she ain't mine
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
[?] now he fake high
I will not argue with a bitch, I just say bye
No, I don't wanna hit your [?] unless it's eight lines
[?] steady playing with the dog [?]
New bitch ain't got no ass, but her face fine
Known for taking strips, I'll be damned if a nigga take mine
Higher than a plane in the sky, watch me take flight
Portraying something that you're really not, that's a fake life
Fucked my bitch best friend twice, ow she hate Mike
[?] smoking [?] driving late night
Damn, I want some steak bites
Tired of dropping chains, I just bought me some face ice
Laying around the crib with my bitch, this a cake night
Be cairful of that shark in the water, I'm a great white
They say closed mouths don't get fed, my mouth wide
It's crazy that I had to watch my man play both sides
Niggas talk crazy on the net, but don't come outside
I remember days I was walking, ain't have a ride
I know that I could hit your bitch, ain't gotta try
And I know that that shit was cap, you been a ly
I know niggas in the game that ain't right, but ain't pennalized
You could see the pain in my face, look at my eyes
I could tell that her ass ain't real, look at her thighs
Is you dying to live? Or living to die?
I know niggas carey pistols too, cause they can't fight
You ain't never had to bring the bag across state lines
Bro said let's get high as hell, pour eight lines
If my bitch ever say something to you, then she ain't mine
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
[?] now he fake high
I will not argue with a bitch, I just say bye
No, I don't wanna hit your [?] unless it's eight lines
[?] steady playing with the dog [?]
New bitch ain't got no ass, but her face fine
Known for taking strips, I'll be damned if a nigga take mine
Higher than a plane in the sky, watch me take flight
Portraying something that you're really not, that's a fake life
Fucked my bitch best friend twice, ow she hate Mike
[?] smoking [?] driving late night
Damn, I want some steak bites
Tired of dropping chains, I just bought me some face ice
Laying around the crib with my bitch, this a cake night
Be cairful of that shark in the water, I'm a great white
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