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rap life - propain lyrics

[intro]
(g&b)
(and if the beat live, you know lil ju made it)

[verse 1: peso peso]
got a k with a hundred, got a glock with a thirty (clah)
if i can’t find you, i’ma knock off your worker (clah)
i just sold me a p at the store, i’m purgin’ (ayy)
try to play with my money, lil’ n*gga, it’s a murder (clah)
n*gga run in my trap, i’ma close your curtains
f*ck the internet, i could see you in person (right now)
n*gga don’t want a problem, get shot in the face (clah)
i still post on the block with a glock on my waist (ooh)
n*gga say he want smoke, lil’ n*gga, what’s brackin’? (peso)
thirty*five hundred, i spent on my jacket (peso peso)
walk in a show and i pick up the backend
you was at school, n*gga, i was out trappin’ (ayy)
when i walk up to gala, i’m drippin’ and splashin’
i can turn a six to a nine, that’s magic (b*tch)
say i look like 6ix9ine, n*gga, get your ass kicked
i’m whippin’ my wrist, tryna get me a patek (ooh)

[chorus: peso peso & propain]
hop in a wraith with a chopper, let’s get it
scoot up and bless a n*gga like a christian (clah)
n*gga wanna be down, put a n*gga on a mission (ayy)
i’ma air a n*gga out, i ain’t doin’ no dissin’ (clah, clah)
all this water on me, f*ck around and go fishin’ (peso)
n*gga, don’t be mad ’cause a young n*gga drippin’ (n*gga drippin’)
and we already know you don’t rap what you livin’ (yeah, yeah)
[verse 2: propain]
we already know n*ggas cappin’, they fiction (fiction), actors and gimmicks (yeah)
lame ass n*ggas is rappin’ a image, how the f*ck you a shooter? you ain’t packin’ a pistol (huh?)
they ain’t never seen a trap or the trenches, whole lotta fake sh*t, sad to admit it
these n*ggas suckers and hoes (hoes), okay, you tough, but you broke, wow (wow)
what is that? that sh*t is backward as h*ll, you trash and you fell
see i’m a hustler, just a rapper as well, if i go broke, then i’ll be back in the mail (yeah)
play with mine, then it’s cowboys callin’ shotgun, she like, “drag ’em to h*ll”
you bringin’ knives to a gunfight? what, you a ninja turtle? .40 crackin’ your sh*ll (mane)
foldin’ paper, if you owe me, pay me, i need all the papers, cashapp and the zelle
your b*tch, she naked posin’, i’ma tape it then send it to my n*ggas trapped in the cell (ah)
and i ain’t chasin’, he did not replace her, i’m a f*ckin’ dog, you see me waggin’ this tail (uh)
chamberlain the way i splurge hundreds (yeah), k!llin’ sh*t like the purge comin’, you lil’ ho, haha

[chorus: peso peso & propain]
hop in a wraith with a chopper, let’s get it (pro’)
scoot up and bless a n*gga like a christian (clah)
n*gga wanna be down, put a n*gga on a mission (ayy)
i’ma air a n*gga out, i ain’t doin’ no dissin’ (clah, clah)
all this water on me, f*ck around and go fishin’ (peso)
n*gga, don’t be mad ’cause a young n*gga drippin’ (n*gga drippin’)
and we already know you don’t rap what you livin’ (nah)

[interlude: propain]
man, sh*t crazy
these n*ggas fugazi
look
[verse 3: propain]
and so it seems, fame is stronger than that crack pipe
these hoes’ll sell they soul and do whatever for some app likes
these n*ggas is breakin’ all they street codes just for that rap life
they rather look like money than to really get they sack right
and real n*ggas rap but let’s talk about the frauds
the ones who always flexin’ but don’t even got no cars
the ones who swear they eatin’ but they kids is ’bout to starve
and y’all be thinkin’ that sh*t one hundred, me, all i see is a big dummy and a f*ckin’ clown
you signed your deal for a piece of change, you ain’t own sh*t, so you strugglin’ now
i’m self made, all independent, thumbin’ through them hundreds, yeah, i love that sound
a real team ain’t gon’ never fold for when the pot come, they all bust it down
whether rap money or you truckin’ rinds, real estate or you floodin’ pines
just call from my n*gga keesh, he at the doubletree, he got a hundred now
your life change when you start with nothin’ then you grind your way to see a hundred thou’
all that frontin’ ain’t gon’ make you sh*t, n*gga, go and hustle ’til your money pile
i’m ten toes, gotta stand for standin’ or for anything, you gon’ tumble down

- propain lyrics

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