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live like this - allstar jr lyrics

[intro]
(welcome to get a bag records)
(let’s get a bag)
(from detroit to westside)

[verse 1]
you ever got cut deep and really wanna cut up?
my girl told me i don’t do enough for her to shut up
three months later, when a n*gga put a sixty*plus up
i walked in like, “ayy, bae, shut the f*ck up”
we at war right now, sh*t goin’ so hard
in the city, i can’t even ride my son in the car
fin with me, i ain’t supposed to have no gun in the car
fent’ with me, i can make another hun’ out the car
tried to get a n*gga whacked before he walked in the bar
made the n*gga hit reverse when he was parkin’ the car
where was you when i was in the kitchen cuttin’ with bars?
i was f*cking on ciara, had her cutting the hard
fiends tryna scam me, i started f*ckin’ with cards
how i’ma listen to a n*gga that ain’t hustled at all?
i’m disgusted with your b*tch, boy, you be f*ckin’ her raw?
i keep that glock protection on me ’cause i’m f*cking with raw, n*gga
[chorus]
you would never understand why i live like this
i swear a n*gga life get like this, ayy (this sh*t be so crazy)
so many hours tryna get that check (so many hours, so many hours)
it be nights i don’t hit my b*tch (so many hours)
i dropped a bag and his sh*t got split (his sh*t got split)
you don’t like it, you can kiss my d*ck
this n*gga kuddi told me make us a hit (told me make us a hit)
i hit the road and i hit us some bricks, ayy

[verse 2]
i been gettin’ over*high, i ain’t feeling all my feelings
f*ck k!lling ’em with kindness, we k!lling ’em with k!llings
my b*tch say one more time, a n*gga finished
but i don’t even talk to my mama, so what’s the difference?
these hoes like, “it’s just an honor to know the n*gga”
it’s gettin’ tight, he owe a dollar, i blow the n*gga
it’s skin*tight when i put choppers up on a n*gga
it’s thin ice n*ggas be on, he know he slipping
i’m hopping off the stage, then i’m right in the streets with it
you love dog so much, go be deceased with him
i ain’t just goin’ when i get on these beats, n*gga
every time i open up my mouth, they like, “preach, n*gga”
why you in the water, you ain’t getting in deep with us?
why you copping from me if you tryna be cheap with me?
i talk about the bag, f*ck these fake*ass deep n*ggas
a hundred in the chop for you wannabe deep n*ggas
[chorus]
you would never understand why i live like this
i swear a n*gga life get like this, ayy (this sh*t be so crazy)
so many hours tryna get that check (so many hours, so many hours)
it be nights i don’t hit my b*tch (so many hours)
i dropped a bag and his sh*t got split (his sh*t got split)
you don’t like it, you can kiss my d*ck
this n*gga kuddi told me make us a hit (told me make us a hit)
i hit the road and i hit us some bricks (yeah)

- allstar jr lyrics

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