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low life - jacko dwella lyrics

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[verse 1]
i speak the facts i’m with the real n*ggas
i did this sh*t in like less than a year
grew up in places they k!ll you whenever
and say they ain’t ever gon’ let you forget
put that on me put that on my brother
i never made any less than i spend
(we in the gutter but we going at it)
all i need some money and weed (what?)
i been in it all day like an addict
n*gga, 4 bricks in the attic
bust down the watch i bust down the pattek
made that sh*t glizzy, it’s satin
bust on a b*tch i’m a savage
i need a boo not an average
don’t worry bae i’m a master
on speed, never caught in traffic
300 motherf*ckas on a show
i got 300 bricks to sell and go
i made an album and i wanna go
my n*ggas trappin’ they buy for the low
when i’m in public i keep me the fire
i keep it on me i don’t wanna die
don’t put a hand on a shoota they shoot in the back
and they hands in the sky
[hook]
low life low life (low life)
low life low life (low life)
amateurs in the streets (streets)
no life no lie (no lie)
low life low life (low life)
low life low life (low life)
we was out selling pie (sell pie)
f*ck it up all night

low life low life (low life)
low life low life (low life)
amateurs in the streets (streets)
no life no lie (no lie)
low life low life (low life)
low life low life (low life)
we was out selling pie (sell pie)
f*ck it up all night

[verse 2]
got it together we trappin’
just wanna see they reaction
see me pullin’ up in beamers
all my n*ggas livin’ lavish
b*tch, mixing n’ matching
made 100 bands selling sneakers
she on 3 lines like adidas
dopeboy, i don’t need ya
in the stu, wreckin’ sh*t
activate, actavis
gon’ get hit up with the gliss
if you talkin’ all that sh*t
got a louis tee, put a face on it
made a few calls, 100 banks on it
we got double ds, she got double ts
that sh*t made by me, put a tag on it
audemar baguettes put a tag on it
140 on some new shoes
i ain’t paying out all the old dues
new money got new blues
once i hit the lobby up she mine
buss it down for me i’ll let you shine
text my n*ggas what the gang do?
gang gang that’s the best crew
he don’t f*ck with jack that’s lame lame
came up too quick that’s fake you
i put my n*ggas on game
ain’t do nothing for the fame
no limit on the bank
no limit on the main, yeah
[hook]
low life low life (low life)
low life low life (low life)
amateurs in the streets (streets)
no life no lie (no lie)
low life low life (low life)
low life low life (low life)
we was out selling pie (sell pie)
f*ck it up all night

low life low life (low life)
low life low life (low life)
amateurs in the streets (streets)
no life no lie (no lie)
low life low life (low life)
low life low life (low life)
we was out selling pie (sell pie)
f*ck it up all night (all night)

[outro]
(yeah)

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