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lifestyle - alsz gambino lyrics

[intro: alsz gambino]
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brrt
rip mo
free the mandem

[chorus]
cah my n*ggas been grinding lots
ot, tryna find this prof’
remember jailhouse days
it was wednesday gym or friday mosque
my lifestyle’s tiring, bruv
coming up from them violent blocks
where if you see jakes
you gotta do dash or hide them rocks
nine on the moncs, two on the t
broski went and spent 3 on his t**th
been in the trap, serving these fiends
spikes on the kicks, alex mcqueens
man, rip mo
man, i think that nearly turnt me mad when i buried my g
tryna make sure my heart stays pure
so i stay close to my deen
[verse 1]
i got bro til’ the end
i swear, i don’t know who’s realer, my n*gga
i came out of jail
they said i’m lookin’ all bigger, like tipper
sweet one on me
and she lookin’ all thicker, might d*ck her
bro’s got the suttin’ on he
lookin’ like me, bl!cka, bl!cka
keep it a hundred, stay woke
if you’re a real n*gga, let me know
came out of jail then think about p*ssy
f*ck this sh*t, gotta get this dough
and that was my darg from young
it’s a shame, had to let him go
in the bando til’ [?] come by
then would’ve thought that my name was joe
and broski came in the rain
with the winter coat all matchin’
and darg, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout logic
pause when i tell you, n*gga, no cappin’
and my brownskin one, she boujie
with her hair and nose all matchin’
(ayy, baby, clap for a n*gga)
she clap, she clappin’
i tell my n*gga, “no slackin'”
we’ll get to the dough then [?], we dabbin’
i don’t love you, that was jail talk
nah, sweetheart, i was chattin’
we used to dream ’bout getting rich
for mo, i’ll make it happen
ayy
gotta make it happen
[chorus]
cah my n*ggas been grinding lots
ot, tryna find this prof’
remember jailhouse days
it was wednesday gym or friday mosque
my lifestyle’s tiring, bruv
coming up from them violent blocks
where if you see jakes
you gotta do dash or hide them rocks
nine on the moncs, two on the t
broski went and spent 3 on his t**th
been in the trap, serving these fiends
spikes on the kicks, alex mcqueens
man, rip mo
man, i think that nearly turnt me mad when i buried my g
tryna make sure my heart stays pure
so i stay close to my deen

[verse 2]
thinkin’, “how did it get to this?”
man look at the risk we took
we were them young n*ggas on the estate
now, everyone know we crooks
and baby don’t want no scripture
me and my [?] ‘cuz she know we joke
i was sittin’ in my cell on basic
no tv, had to read bare books
gyalie sayin’ she fancy me
oh man, now she want some d
i can never be like them boy
cah i spent their stack on my money sheet
and baby found out that i just came home
well, i’m out, cuz i’m [?]
but you ain’t know me, i don’t love no hoe
you know i was tryna jeet and skeet
lil bro in ots, doin’ up traps
swear down, see nuttin’ but ps
remember portland days, man look out my cell
swear down, there was nuttin’ but sea
in my hood, there’s nuttin’ but gs
bro shoot and score, come [?] on me
cah a lot of man off cuz them n*ggas are fake
when my arm and [?] come fee
[chorus]
cah my n*ggas been grinding lots
ot, tryna find this prof’
remember jailhouse days
it was wednesday gym or friday mosque
my lifestyle’s tiring, bruv
coming up from them violent blocks
where if you see jakes
you gotta do dash or hide them rocks
nine on the moncs, two on the t
broski went and spent 3 on his t**th
been in the trap, serving these fiends
spikes on the kicks, alex mcqueens
man, rip mo
man, i think that nearly turnt me mad when i buried my g
tryna make sure my heart stays pure
so i stay close to my deen

[outro]
tryna make sure my heart stays pure
so i stay close to my deen
tryna make sure my heart stays pure
so i stay close to my deen
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- alsz gambino lyrics

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