Life livin' in a fucked-up era
Life livin' in a fucked-up era
Life livin' in a fucked-up era
Life
(Yo)
Put my dog down he got euthanized
It's a choice in these streets they let you decide
We all died in 1999
This is Hell don't know why you think you still alive
Seen empires fall over foolish pride
The way I'm on this money shit, it's givin' Buffet vibes
Tesla truck, doors butterfly, suicide
Either way, my pockets deep enough that you can scuba dive
Grand openin', grand closin'
Seems like if they don't got they hand out, they hands open
Checks you can verify; swear I'll never testify
Open statements, closin' arguments here come prison time
Tryna get one up on me? Uh! You must be extra-high
Once that situation dead, I don't ever rectify
These niggas don't ride these days wonder why
Send you up to meet yo' dead homies tell 'em I said, "Hi"
Send you up to meet yo' dead homies tell 'em I said, "Hi" (Yeah)
Send you up to meet yo' dead homies tell 'em I said
Life livin' in a fucked-up era
Life livin' in a fucked-up era
Life livin' in a fucked-up era
Life
Life livin' in a fucked-up era
Life livin' in a fucked-up era
Life livin' in a fucked-up era
Life
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