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the way we used to live - money montage lyrics

[verse 1: king los]
uh, livin’ for the moment
starin’ at forever like they still ain’t get my old sh*t
uh, n*ggas washed up, i came to fold sh*t
you don’t want static, then bounce, now that’s some cold sh*t
haha
comin’ out with my guns blazin’, workin’ two phones like i’m fundrasin’
chill n*gga, you ain’t real, n*gga, i k!ll n*ggas and front page ’em
different, i got four cars, war scars
chef on you, pour sauce
push*up, four arms
two chains in a new range
shoot game on liu kang with your boo thing
cash rules everything around a n*gga, wu*tang
new slang, husain
we bomb, you lame
we ball, you james
not bron, not harden
but evans, you starvin’
good times, i’m a martian
i go to mars and just march in
i throw these bars with no caution
just fire flow with my arson
i circle back, i might loss through
i circle back like a turtle, eh
i’m at your throat like a turtleneck
i’m on your ass like a girdle
hurdle that murder, trash like a villain
it’s k!llin’, it’s stealin’ this b*tch and i’m willing this b*tch off the road
and never worse n*gga in my lane, get out of my way ’cause i’m out of control
i’m the black hope
lyrical crack dope, miracle rap flow
he was swag*swag with a backpack flow, i’m the best, that’s facts, go
[interlude: mark battles]
yeah

[verse 2: mark battles]
i tried to tell them n*ggas cool it ’cause i’m feelin’ undisputed
chillin’ sharks get baitless, tell the dj play the music
k!ll the first tec, so just chill with the hate sh*t
be careful creepin’, i’m like stephen, i keep eight smith
make hits to the max like keller
man livin’ so elegant and we gon’ ball for the h*ll of it
it’s all bars like we came from prison
i come with more verses than the king james edition
but you’ll see it clear as soon as we change the vision
don’t ask ’em for permission, gotta keep things consistent
yo, it’s hard survivin’ in my city
tryna bring my n*ggas with me
it’s just the ugly truth, sh*t ain’t never been pretty
rush that third eye
she got her skirt out soon as we skrrt out
them n*ggas hatin’, but i don’t know y’all
anything that you need, it’s for the lowball
battles

- money montage lyrics

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