[Intro]
Hey, bitch, come here
Yeah (Now this shit here—)
Uh (You out your motherfuckin' mind? Come here)
[Verse 1]
The MAC in the Burberry trenches (Brr)
Free all the real rights that’s servin' a sentence (Salute)
Yeah, I emerge from the trenches
It was crack that I served from the benches
Got a bird and I rinsed it (Came with a bag)
Now I'm swervin’ in Benzes (Hah)
Thirty-aught-sixes, I could murk you from distance (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I keep my gun in perfect condition
Machine get dirty like Ben Wallace puttin' in work for the Pistons, right
Louis kicks Virgil-made, shits is purple suede (Hah)
Killa Cam Purple Haze while we was servin' yay (Cap)
Fire comin' out it when we burn the Ks (Brr)
We winnin' like the Cowboys back in the Michael Irvin days (Hah)
Yeah, got out of jail and my fur was beige (Cap)
Actin' like you did it, quit it, you did thirty days (Hahahaha)
Pussy, I body beats and I murder the stage
Let you niggas slide and make ChineGun turn in his grave
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' money like I’m supposed to be
I ain’t want your ho, that bitch chose me (I mean, you know the rules of the game)
I came a long way from Doat Street
When it's time to shoot, I don’t get cold feet
This the life that we chose, get the white, hit the road
Get it right through the toll, right? (Yeah)
Get the white, hit the road (Look), get it right through the toll (Yeah)
This the life that we chose, right? (Look)
Hey, bitch, come here
Yeah (Now this shit here—)
Uh (You out your motherfuckin' mind? Come here)
[Verse 1]
The MAC in the Burberry trenches (Brr)
Free all the real rights that’s servin' a sentence (Salute)
Yeah, I emerge from the trenches
It was crack that I served from the benches
Got a bird and I rinsed it (Came with a bag)
Now I'm swervin’ in Benzes (Hah)
Thirty-aught-sixes, I could murk you from distance (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I keep my gun in perfect condition
Machine get dirty like Ben Wallace puttin' in work for the Pistons, right
Louis kicks Virgil-made, shits is purple suede (Hah)
Killa Cam Purple Haze while we was servin' yay (Cap)
Fire comin' out it when we burn the Ks (Brr)
We winnin' like the Cowboys back in the Michael Irvin days (Hah)
Yeah, got out of jail and my fur was beige (Cap)
Actin' like you did it, quit it, you did thirty days (Hahahaha)
Pussy, I body beats and I murder the stage
Let you niggas slide and make ChineGun turn in his grave
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' money like I’m supposed to be
I ain’t want your ho, that bitch chose me (I mean, you know the rules of the game)
I came a long way from Doat Street
When it's time to shoot, I don’t get cold feet
This the life that we chose, get the white, hit the road
Get it right through the toll, right? (Yeah)
Get the white, hit the road (Look), get it right through the toll (Yeah)
This the life that we chose, right? (Look)
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