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my life - tsav lyrics

[intro:]
rip gg!

[verse:]

yeah, lil’ n*gga this is my life
i sold a lot of dope so my wrist is all ice
they wanna k!ll me, they wanna live my life
i done done a lot of dirt, i earned my stripes
opposition snitching, talkin on the phones n*gga
well that put me and my brothers in the limelight
crazy thing is that you used to call me bro, n*gga
i seen that money turn your b*tchass to a [?]
no, with all that money, you can’t buy respect, b*tch
you got to earn that sh*t when i was taught to murder sh*t
hop out the whip with a burner b*tch
i’m dumping clips that’s plural sh*t, hol’ up yo
public housing made me hungry, late nights i was starving
momma used to cry at night because the bills was late
i had no choice, i had to put food up on the plate
i heard there was a tank, half a clip into his brain (ooh!)
i was just a young’un hypnotized by the game
the feds got my cuz locked up in them chains
i swear it’s been a minute, miss kickin’ it with my dawgs
mix a little weed and hennessy, i’m takin off
cuz taught me how to get the bag and get it gone (free da man)
now i’m a boss, made man, i’m standing tall
i gotta stack this cash because my racks don’t fall
i heard they wanna send shots, they wanna get me gone
stay strapped with the glock 40, keep the steph curry
catch you outta bounds, guaranteed i’ma do you dirty
headshots ain’t sh*t, [?] but i can’t wait to catch you slippin, leave
you face first, b*tch
put a hole in that fish’s head, now he a dolphin
that’s what you get for doing all that talkin’
all that murder sh*t, stop playin’ you ain’t k!ll sh*t
i caught my first body, when you was in school kid
dropped outta school i graduated in the trap
i used to trap out my auntie’s house that sh*t got crazy
cookin’ work in the kitchen, felt like it was daily
five racks, ten hours, trap phone went crazy
five racks, ten hours, trap phone went crazy
30 on my wrist, i might bust it down to [?]
the opps, yeah they owe me, don’t wanna see the old me
ridin’ in a stoley, with two glock .40’s
sendin’ shots just for you and all your homies
when the feds come, better act like you don’t know me
all these p*ssies phony, actin like my homie
no, i ain’t your broski, p*ssy you don’t know me
i didn’t have no og, no body there to spoil me
just me and my wesson, that man i had to stretch him
leave him in the trenches, sleepin with the fishes
stop all the snitchin’, before you end up missing
where i’m from it ain’t hard to break down the chicken
dog food got me livin’ lavish kinda different
straight to the suburbs comin’ right from the trenches
i ain’t at my mama’s, slim chance you’ll catch me slippin’
every time i’m in the slums, keep a loaded glizzy
run up, couple chest shots, leave that n*gga dizzy
smokin’ on your friends, puffin’ loud with the demons
all that betrayal, at night i’m barely sleepin’
seein’ money turn your friends to foes, that’s the way it goes
load up them choppas, let em know that we trained to go
jealousy and greed don’t get the best of me
we a different kind of breed, you can’t buy loyalty!
you say gonna ride for me, i don’t think you’ll die for me
if you ain’t gon’ ride for me, why you on the side of me?
i ride for my n*gga and i die for my n*gga, ain’t no question
lil’ n*gga, homicide for my n*gga
brothers keepers, that’s a life contract, lil’ n*gga
i did this for my family, i gotta get these riches
n0body gave me sh*t, i came straight from the trenches
my father was never there for me, lil’ n*gga
droppin’ off, shippin blocks i gotta get this skrilla
my mama told me, “never let them step on you lil’ n*gga”
ever since then, i keep one up in the chamber, no time to slap it
back when it’s crunch time, my n*gga!
i’m sendin’ shots, no i won’t miss none of you n*ggas
i told bro we won’t stop, till we k!ll you n*ggas
they took gg from us, realest trapper ever living
i swear we ridin’ out for you ’till they all ain’t livin’
you put them n*ggas on, all they could do is hate
these bullets take that stupid look right up off their face
you cross my bro, then we let them bullets shoot your faith
these fmj shots they comin’ for your face! (comin’ for your face!)

- tsav lyrics

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