I mean) (check it) [Verse 1] Take a look into my life it's messed up My sister's on that dope man she stayed geeked up My baby mamma screamin she don
My fight) My breath is your breath And your heart (and now I've got my) Chorus: One love (Yeah yeah yeah) My one heart My one life for sure Lemme tell
horse ass, Stacks in my backpack, shades on, hat back, Bugatti matte black. Where they do that at? South Beach Miami hoe, I'm probably with Tammy Tol, My life
walk into the set, but the fellas looking jealous play the back and get wet yeah yeah three pound in my waist, shank in my sock, you either get cut
're in love with how I broke it off The nigga strokes too soft and she a beast in bed And when she fucks she talks pussy's deep and wet And I don't need
want your life Don't want no money I want your life Don't want no money I want your life Don't want no money I want your life Don't want no money I
a tear I'm thankin' God you still here 'Cause, only Heaven knows all my heartaches and setbacks Goin' from a high school dropout to shovelin' wet wax
Scarface, pistols into yard fish Yeah! [Scarface] I came here to exercise my game Spread love to the hood is how I do my thang Smoking weed with my homies
[Havoc] 1 2 1 2 [Prodigy] Yo however do u want however do you need P My Mobb bring it back to life back to reality You walk a fine line playin
motherfucker) It's Young Money salute (hip hop war) It's Young Money salute (all my motherfuckin' life) Sa-salute (but I still have that... my life) [
my mind state, Big Poppa' flow is lethal, That weed make my ass wanna kill four people, Fuck the game, gimme the dame and the Range (Uh huh) My niggas
a coach on the planet that can take me out the game My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King A Midwest rider like my dirty Jesse James The
, my money in bags Go do the physics 'cause when I whip it And I love to whip it, that's just another digit This is my city, in my city ya gotta tote
with the crystal meth Go Billy, crystal meth Ay, oh, ay, oh Oh, ay, oh Hello junkie and hello momma too Hello to my P.O. Deuce up to the boys in blue
feelin' it, the funky Cypress Hill shit People ask, "Why do you sound so funny?" They must be talkin' 'bout my funky nasal vocal money I take control, no need to blow my
for me but is it cool if we negotiate my destiny they always tellin' me it's temporary than why its feelling like a cemetary my dreams aint got no obituaries my
wiz talkin: Yeah . its ur man khalifa. get ur fucking life straight. youu ite?[laugh] yeah ; lets get it . got my nigga niko . heavy hustle taylor gang
