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Life goes on

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Life goes on

Fuck a shoe deal

I move weed and blow blue bills

My shooter Shotgun

He got a few kills

It sounds like a bomb

When them guns bust

Three or four blocks in my closet

And it's uncut

Fuck around and try to fit

A hundred pounds in one trunk

And we don't leave the studio

Until the sun comes up

Pretty bitches got my name

In their skin

Got my safe full

Cold lemonaid with the Gin

Then my heart's cold plus

This bundle don't fold

Too much cash in my jeans

Another twenty p's sold

And tell these ugly mouth bitches to drown

And tell these fake drug dealers

Stop taking my sound

And I don't give a fuck

If you're real or not

My lil' homie got life

He try and kill a cop

More money, more crime

I'm tryna seal a block

And send it out to Tennessee

Wake up, is it there or not

I'm having bad dreams

They tryna freeze my bank account

I got twenty mil tucked

I have to thank the drought

You hate the drought

I bust a few savor bags open

And I pulled the flavors out

Yeah, I put a twenty light grow

In my neighbors house

And I need cash up front

I don't play around

Lay em down if they ain't ridin'

With the Mob

Six chains, twenty-three bitches

Yeah I'm on my job

Bern, more money

More crime

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Am I right or wrong

They try to tell me

Life goes on

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Am I right or wrong

They try to tell me

Life goes on

Fuck a broke bitch

I play mind games

I make a hoe sick

Back in oh-six, I had a cold lick

And had my whole team on

I really sold Crys

Back to back Beamers

Yeah the whole shit, damn

I had my carry on fool

Before nine-eleven

Touch down in Arizona

Break 'em down to seven's

Now I'm chillin' in Hollywood

I grab the whole floor

Gold chains for my crew

Whatchu hustle for

Three cribs and a kid

I want a couple more

I cut a few friends off

I really wasn't sure

Will they ride, will they lie on the Mob

I bought another foreign car, real talk

I'm on my job

More money

More crime

More dirt

More time

Am I right or wrong

They try to tell me

Life goes on

More money

More crime

More dirt

More time

Am I right or wrong

They try to tell me

Life goes on