It wasn't time for this, it never is, the minutes, they hide from me, and it's the cruelest game of hide and seek, where all I want is slipping through
Everybody c'mon and c'mon now Rejoice.. I like the way you looking out there! I like the way you looking out there! Don't stop.. and another one, and
never understand this The lifestyles of the rich and infamous Yo, this is dedicated to all my fans To support Ice T and the Rhymes syndicate Peace I love ya The lifestyles
and lay some slugs up in em [King T] When they need work They call the cali drug expert Smashing in a six hundred dollar bill burnt Looking flossy living
same I'm a. Killa Killa (Look) Killa Killa nigga (Listen, look) (Nipsey Hussle Verse 2) Before rap, My last name was my lifestyle And when I visualize success It look
wanna big up all the champagne popper dem The ones who live the lifestyles of the rapper dem And all the girls dem wit de biggest set a knocker dem Ya gotta love
with mascara eyes Now I see the world as a candy store With a cigarette smile, saying things you can't ignore Like Mommy I love you Daddy I hate you
love you but you hate me at the same time Lights, camera, action, it's game time Do you take this here as your lovely wife? To love her and cherish her
the night In the middle of darkness He's a man of the night What the deal playboy just rest your soul I be holding it down yo still love the dough Got
place (great place), now i guess we save face (save face). John McCain hates niggas, (hates niggas) on Martin Lutha King day. (hahahahaha) Go Figure. Chorus: As i look
it on a camera They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina They said damn man, you lookin' like Pac I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones
can blow You can hate but U still gonna watch my show And Imma still get dough Chorus 2 Chorus 1 (Lil Wayne) Bad bitch magnet Rock star lifestyle young
've been half caught in yes Which whips every day My 'lil Jack Russell Knows how to hustle I stay with canary's on Platinum on every song Hate it or love
than any rapper you like So all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my beat All I gotta say is, don?t fuck with me My game is tight, my bank is made You can hate
, just the scent of 'em made me hurl Specially the baller ones tryin' to buy me with pearls All I needed was love, all I wanted was love Lack of love
advance on my wrist Phonin' your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green I need to boogie, even though I look
who told a girl to find a trick nigga she can run to Cry wit, hit the mall, buy shit, hate you Thinkin' ima do it You gonna really make me hate you Prove