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(Intro)
There's no lie, man I'm so
live life, cus the day you die
No flashing lights, life has a price
And I'm feelin, I'm

(Verse)
And man who can say one say I
Won't run the streets, I get high
Not today and this a what the fuck shit man
Nigga tryin me out with the hot man
If you tryna get down, a deal with the maker
show you firsthand how we deal with a hater
Killers out have to live with it later
Shoot him in the head and with it later
Man he's made up, fit to
Guess I'm only waitin I'mma get to them
Hatin ass nigga don't them
But please don't what we did to them
Nigga you how we do and we do all
Step through, I put the fire, it'll be tall
And like your life on the line we talk
If you say the wrong thing it be yo loss
I'mma do a play in a major way
Nigga real
Smoke and think about how get paid today
Won't stop, can't rest til I'm major
If I die today I die smiling
Nigga, no lie
Because I live every day of my like a night life
K so we good it

(Hook)
I can feel on the tip of my
no lie, man I'm so high
I like I've been sleepin with angels
live life, cus the day you die
Every day the true famous
No flashing lights, this has a price
And I can on the tip of my fingers
And I it, I feel it

(Verse)
Now I ain't sayin I'm famous but the streets feel like I made it
to Alabama, where they treat me like I'm savin
Bet my mama still on that block
Ridin round in same car
Getting by the same cops
like I'm bout the rain drops
I mean haven't got a pot to piss in til I got a pot to cool in
And I got a couple rich who feelin like I'm switching friends
Boy a nigga say
say a nigga changed
Feel like a cartoon wardrobe, I swear to God I'm the same
Come on feel my pain, going through so
And while "fuck the fame", shit, where's the love?
I can't leave these streets — I can't lose my
If rap don't work for me, I'm to sellin' drugs.
Havin hopes, cashin
will say, match it up
Cus shit, I'm through to go back to shit
And while I'm tied to my niggas' riches
Money make it for better
I'm so close I can on my eyes and I see clearly