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(Yo Luca, where you at?) I think it's too late | They be getting high, I be livin' high | Yeah, bullets fly winter time
(Yo Luca, where you at?) I think it's too late They be getting high, I be livin' high Yeah, bullets fly winter time I won't even let you listen, twizzy gettin' high with me They be getting high, I've been living high I seen my life flash in the corner of my eye When you— When you wake up, got to boot up with me, got to match my high Rock Chane'-ne', yeah, Chane'-ne' with the Chrome Hearts on my eye Yeah, y'all gon' rock Marc Jacobs, I'm gon' rock Margelly Got a stomach ache, I rub the hunnids on my belly If you do me wrong, don't matter who you is, bitch, I'll turn to Melly Couple months ago, was shipping Za' then shit got sticky, shit got smelly Yeah, canary yellow diamonds, pissed on 'em like R. Kelly This whole lifestyle ain't cheap, I wanna know who told you that I be dead like a mummy, I still won't go for that I bought the Trackhawk, just to see two hundred on the dash Did a lot of wrong inside my life but I don't have no regrets I leveled up, I bought the Cayenne and bought the jet I don't give no fucks 'bout what you talking 'bout, I'm not impressed And you still live at your mommy's house, I'd be depressed You can't do shit on your own, like I got to tell you to get dressed You could choose to live like me and die or live like all the rest I risked my life a million times for no accomplishments I just wake up then get high, then get to popping shit You ain't risk nothing at all, you don't deserve to ball You don't put pointers in your watch, you deserve to trip and fall I can end the things that let you watch the world with one call Couple exes, couple haters, know they waiting on me to fall I'll take every last X, if I don't got legs, then I'ma crawl Independent than you and richer than all of y'all And my bizzy, what's the word? I'm waiting on you to call I just ripped off all my chains, I don't got talk to y'all I don't got to say shit, I'd rather not say at all That lil' bullshit, look at that fakin' you got, say it all This shit got you mad, but you tried to play it off I'd rather lose every time, than not play at all Didn't I tell you exactly how it was gon' happen, well it paid off Do you want a bad bitch or long money? That's the trade off And the bullets fly, in the night time, can see me I be dealin' with my life like this shit, they could see me She like when I hit her from the side, she said "Yeah that's it" I rather die or be alive, but I see at all (Yo, Luca) I think it's too late They be getting high, I be livin' high Yeah, bullets fly winter time I won't even let you listen, twizzy gettin' high with me They been getting high, I've been living high I seen my life flash in the corner of my eye When you— When you wake up, got to boot up with me, got to match my high Rock Chane'-ne', yeah, Chane'-ne' with the Chrome Hearts on my eye Yeah, y'all gon' rock Marc Jacobs, I'm gon' rock Margelly Got a stomach ache, I rub the hunnids on my belly If you do me wrong, don't matter who you is, bitch, I'll turn to Melly Couple months ago, was shipping Za' then shit got sticky, shit got smelly Yeah, canary yellow diamonds, pissed on 'em like R. Kelly This whole lifestyle ain't cheap, I wanna know who told you that I be dead like a mummy, I still won't go for that
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