stand in their line (Chorus) Don't want to, stand in your, don't want to stand in your line (2x) This is the story of my life (4x)
't wanna stand in their line [Chorus] Don't want to, stand in your, don't want to stand in your line [2x] This is the story of my life [4x]
hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks Fuck the club, Dawg I rather count a million bucks, ayy If you lookin' for me I'll be on the block With my
the East coast, West coast, North and South I got my niggas The Top Guns here We gonna sign this one off like this: My life's been a great story in
is kinda like being born with a curse Do or Die, that's the code of the streets I didn't invent Niggas sketch my life out with malicious intent My
gettin' bored dealin' with him I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him I know you miss my lovin', my
vengeance of livin', had his braincells start to fuck up Steady callin' his shots, but steady leavin' a trail So sit back peep my game, I got a story
Picture at the funeral No casket You bistards be missin' My jewels, my whip My rims we bitchin' My guns be the heat That'll make you blister My mens, my
the future holdsss But will you pay attention When my storys told We aint getting young, we only getting old So now i live life By a different code Gotta live life
through ya ass like you Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch Swingin' tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she Blastin' fast, alot of niggaz know my
to dream It's life on a laser beam But I fiend for the future at my finger tips One of the minor technicalities of my head trips You Better Work The
now you lying, dying Wash my evil hands in the fire hydrant Yeah Girl! My kahuna's hooked up in da harnass Flying through hard knock life is still torn My
dying Wash my evil hands in the fire hydrant Yeah girl, my Kahuna's hooked up in Da Harnass Flying through hard knock life is still torn My ropes poped
to Spanish immigrants I speak in codes, man to severence Always quiet than ben dichon to my madre Even though she did nuttin' for me Acknowledge me as I run down my life story
Used to have a bitch that was true to life to me Damn near a wife to me The bitch was just right for me Stood by my side Used to help me wit my hustle
my Chevy-Box to the corner store Rockin Adidas flip-flops, and some J-Crew Argyle socks, now watch them speed bumps Love don't fuck my rims up Maybe
I fucked the bitch me and him was like family And kesha start hangin round niggas couldn't trust her But money over bitches that my mothefuckin brother Sticking to the g-code
power I be the top dolla' scala, rockin' gold collars While you tryin' to sip the juice, I'm takin' swallows Step into my zone and get blown, my ways
