Motherfucker, let's get rich and we'll kick it all eyes on me Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket, get your money This criminal lifestyle, equipped with a bulletproof vest The money is mandatory, the hoes is for the stress Keep your head up, nigga, make these motherfuckers suffer I put the top down, now it's time to floss my shit Live my life as a boss player, 'cause even gettin' high Live my life as a thug nigga until the day I die Hustle 'til the mornin', never stopped until the cash came Packin' hundreds in my drawers, fuck the lawīitches, I fuck with a passion, I'm livin' rough and rawĬatchin' cases at a fast rate, ballin' in the fast lane On my mobile, callin' big shots on the scene major I told the judge I was raised wrong and that's why I blaze shit Will I survive? Will I die? Come on, let's picture the possibility The feds is watchin', niggas plottin' to get me My little homie G, can't you see I'm buster-free? What can I do? What can I say? Is there another way? It ain't funny, niggas don't even know how to act, shit It's about the money in this rap shit, this crap shit Steady flowin' against the grain, niggas still don't know me Where you goin', I been there, came back as lonely, homie My devotion is handlin' my business, nigga, keep on coastin' It ain't right: parasites, triggers, and fleas crawlin' Like Akai satellite, nigga, I'm forever ballin' The nervousness neglect make me pack a TECĭevoted to servin' this Moët and pay checks Let my bucket swerve, I'm takin' off from the curb I'm lost in the land with no plan, livin' life flawless Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip I'm caught between my woman and my pistol and my chips My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last? The world's changin' everyday, time's movin' fast Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high Live the life of a boss player (All eyes on me) 'cause even gettin' high Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die Screamin', "Thug Life" every time they pass, all eyes on me We got foe niggas and low riders in ski masks They might hold me for a second, but these punks won't get me One nigga's gettin' jealous and motherfuckers diedĭepend on me like the first and fifteenth Say money bring bitches, bitches bring lies The game sharper than a motherfuckin' razor blade It seems, my main thing was to be major paid The futures in my eyes, 'cause all I want is cash and thangsĪ five-double-0 Benz, flauntin' flashy rings, uhhīeen known to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend 'Cause even when I'm high, fuck with me and get crossed later Until I die, live the life of a boss player I got a caravan of niggas every time we ride Well, are you still down? Nigga, holla when you see meĪnd let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me Straight to the depths of Hell is where them cowards goin' Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they knowin' So many player-hatin' niggas tryna sound like us I bet you got it twisted, you don't know who to trust Roll up in the club and shit, is that right? Big Syke, 'Nook, Paint, Bogart, Big Serge (yeah)
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