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(Intro)
There's no lie, man I'm so
live life, cus the day you die
No lights, this 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 matter what the shit man
Nigga tryin me out with the hot man
If you tryna get down, make a with the maker
We'll show you firsthand how we deal with a
Killers out have to live with it later
Shoot him in the head and deal it later
Man he's made up, fit to
I'm only waitin only I'mma get to them
Hatin ass nigga don't mention
But please don't mention we did to them
you know how we do and we do all
Step through, I put the fire, it'll be tall
And like your life on the whenever we talk
If you say the thing it could be yo loss
do a kick play in a major way
Nigga that's
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 life like a night
K so we good it

(Hook)
I can feel on the tip of my
There's no lie, man I'm so
I feel I've been sleepin with angels
live life, cus the day you die
Every day the true famous
No flashing lights, this life has a
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
Come to Alabama, they treat me like I'm savin
Bet my still on that same block
Ridin round in same car
harassed by the same cops
Feeling I'm bout the rain drops
I mean haven't got a pot to in til I got a pot to cool bricks in
And I got a couple friends who feelin like I'm switching friends
Boy a nigga say
Niggas say a nigga
Feel like a cartoon wardrobe, I swear to God I'm still the
Come on feel my pain, through so much
And while it's "fuck the fame", shit, where's the
I can't leave these — I can't lose my plug
If rap don't work for me, I'm back to drugs.
Havin hopes, dubs
will say, match it up
Cus shit, I'm to go back to that shit
And while I'm getting to my niggas' riches
Money make it for bitch
I'm so close I can on my eyes and I see clearly