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my life - payroll giovanni lyrics

[intro]
i mean, you know, what can i say?
you know, uh, i grew up on the westside of detroit, you know?
neighborhood called “fenkell,” block called “strathmoor”
i grew up around drug dealin’, shootouts, and all of that
i would say i’m a product of my environment, but i’m not a bad person

[chorus]
my life? where do i begin?
hand*in*hand rocks, tryna come up on ten (yuh)
my life is complicated, can’t explain
used to get ’em by the pound, work comin’ off the plane (work)
my life? i dropped fifty on a chain (fifty)
s550 valet*parked by the range (yuh)
my life? big crib, chandeliers
shed champagne*tears for my n*ggas that ain’t here

[verse 1]
4*1
this the life of payroll giovanni
i make my own rules, i don’t follow n0body (yuh)
i run with a cocaine group like yo gotti (yeah)
off*set rims on the coupe, the wife shotty
whoa kemosabe, gettin’ froze is a hobby
all the floors get the load in the hotel lobby
paid every tab, boy, my credit is flawless (boy)
when i get to work, i swear, it feel like an auction
i hustle like nip, yeah, shout out to slauson
blow dealer like george, yeah, shout out to boston (what up though?)
you got your first pack, and you started to stallin’
i came across crack, then i started to ballin’
shout out to my grand*daddy, he was a king pin (gang gang)
he put me on game, had me ballin’ on weekends (yeah)
showed my granny nine o’s, i got these in (look)
she looked at me with worry, like “you now in the deep end”

[verse 2]
i hear money counters in my dreams, nightmares of triple beams
we used to pass town, crackin’ jokes with the fiends (haha)
now, i spend g’s on some normal ass jeans
off the scene in european clothes and cars on the scene (there go pay)
when i had the bows, you ain’t have a clue (why?)
’cause you a outsider, we don’t f*ck with you (f*ck with you)
you was stealin’ bikes, i was dealin’ white (white)
half these n*ggas never balled in they f*ckin’ life (never)
but all on the ‘net, talkin’ heavy
i just left goon’s son, put baguettes in the presi*
boogers in the ‘piece, gave my cook [?]
now, my workers posted up, like a hooker in the street (post)
might see us in the club, poppin’ dom, wearin’ minks
no charm on the chain, but it’s forty for the link (forty)
bosses at my table, n*gga, you can’t have a seat
used to play the game deep, now i need hills where i sleep, n*gga

[interlude]
*inaudible*

[chorus]
my life? where do i begin? (where?)
hand*in*hand rocks, tryna come up on ten (yuh)
my life is complicated, can’t explain
used to get ’em by the pound, work comin’ off the plane (comin’)
my life? i dropped fifty on a chain (fifty)
s550 valet*parked by the range (b*tch)
my life? big crib, chandeliers
shed champagne*tears for my n*ggas that ain’t here

[outro]
4*1
long live ‘em

- payroll giovanni lyrics

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