Testo Lifestyle - SOB X RBE
Testo della canzone Lifestyle (SOB X RBE), tratta dall'album GANGIN
I remember late nights all alone
I remember long talks with my cousin through her phone
RIP all of my niggas dead and gone
Give it all to bring you back and to bring my niggas home
These days I've been tryna get my life right
I been blowin' out smoke in the night sky
I just went and brought my grandma to a nice spot
Until then I be thuggin' til my life stops
Dreams about gettin' in the Wraith I'ma do it
Big .40 on me when I'm in my city cruisin'
Niggas come tripping, ain't no question I'ma use it
Everybody say they with the shit til they prove it
Deals on the table, ain't no waitin' let's get to it (let's get to it)
All in her, baby late night I abuse it
When I dive in, its like divin' in the pulpit
If her boyfriend find out he gone lose it
Yep and I'm just tryna get my life right (get my life right)
I'm just tryna get a million in my lifetime (lifetime)
Niggas get killed broad day at the stop light
Was a nobody in the dark, now that light shine nigga
I remember late nights all alone
I remember long talks with my cousin through her phone
R.I.P. all of my niggas dead and gone
Give it all to bring you back and to bring my niggas home
These days I've been tryna get my life right
I been blowin' out smoke in the night sky
I just went and brought my grandma to a nice spot
Until then I be thuggin' til my life stops
Never needed nobody, I get it by myself
How you sayin' free a nigga, but won't put in on they bail
I know niggas doin' time and they'll never ever tell
And all this winnin' we been doin', you would think we never failed
Nigga, quit that story tellin'
If I take this nigga bitch, he gone be more than jealous
I ain't lackin', fuck nigga, I be more than careful
And them crackers lock me up, I don't do no confession
Life a game of chess, you better learn to use your soldiers
Streets cold as fuck, better learn that I get colder
Niggas love talkin' head, 'til we knock it off they shoulder
It be freezin' in the summer, we be ridin' wit them toasters
I remember late nights all alone
I remember long talks with my cousin through her phone
R.I.P. all of my niggas dead and gone
Give it all to bring you back and to bring my niggas home
These days I've been tryna get my life right
I been blowin' out smoke in the night sky
I just went and brought my grandma to a nice spot
Until then I be thuggin' til my life stops
Young, wild nigga and I'm ridin' with the boo tucked
Fuck a nigga slide out, he gon' get his boo fucked
Soft ten on me, so I gotta put them blues up
Coupe sport mode, so I ride with the roof up
RIP all my thugs, fuck all you fuck niggas
Shooter in the cuts, he'll plunk niggas
You just lied to ya mans so I don't trust niggas
Yellin' free the thugs 'til they wanna crack the gates
Yellin' fuck the judge, 'til they wanna drop the case
Back to back, rollin' up, Cookies to the face
Back to back, kick doors, tryna get up in a Wraith, bitch!
I remember late nights all alone
I remember long talks with my cousin through her phone
R.I.P. all of my niggas dead and gone
Give it all to bring you back and to bring my niggas home
These days I've been tryna get my life right
I been blowin' out smoke in the night sky
I just went and brought my grandma to a nice spot
Until then I be thuggin' til my life stops
Credits
Writer(s): George Harris, Jabbar Brown, Wayman Barrow, Juwon Lee, Nilan Mark
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