448 shit
It's LoLife
Motherfuckin' Blacc
Ayy
You won't understand how it feel to be me, in the spot right now with about 300 P's
Door keep swingin', phone keep ringin', pull up to the trap house, slangin', what you need?
Bangin' them C's, sellin' them B's, last six months, get money with G's
Mr. 448, sellin' them P's, ain't havin' no problem, get this shit out with ease
Dunkin' the pack, while my eyes, Yao Ming
My bitch Charles Barkley, she ain't gettin' no ring
In the studio, duckin' the rays and the stings
308 just like RedBull, givin' 'em wings
Keep a stick like I'm Malcom, not Mathur Luther King
No sale, no deal, when it come to the lean
In the spot with the phhh, I know what it bring
I'm servin' that shit, make the fiends, clean
Havin' flavor like Baskin, I grow it like Berner
448's and I sell them, eternal
I get the bow, work the pack like I'm Hershel
Sellin' Off White, put that shit on like I'm Virgil
Caught that bitch like a Pokémon, callin' her Squirtle
Havin' her beef with her friend 'cause I fucked in her circle
Hit that bitch from the back and she like when I'm verbal
Had to buss on her face 'cause she told me she fertile
But you wouldn't understand how it feel to be I
I wouldn't understand how it feel to be you
In the booth right now, off a pint of that Screw
Don't know you, remix, DJ Clue
In the house full of P's, I won't leave 'till they're through
Load on the road but 100, they flew
Spot out of za, so we sellin' that glue
Free Longway, he jammed up for sellin' Peru
When I front you the pack, Uncle Sam, I'm taxin'
Got big B's bumpin' their head, what's crackin'?
Mee up with Piru, shippin' the package
126, D Mack, what's brackin'?
Servin' shit, make you fabo, one hit, yeah, you snappin'
They step in the booth, yeah, them lies they rappin'
I step out the booth, in the kitchen, I'm wrappin'
So, there go your answer, for rappin' or trappin'
It's LoLife
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