She may be gone but I am not the cause. You left your role with your passive voice. Our outcome is not your choice. Tried to set the tone and tense. This life in paper
life in a lime light, pap lights, award shows, red floors, booji bars yes its what i'm meant for and we aint quite the same as we used to be my life
life Too late for the other side Caught in a chase, 25 to life Too late (I can't keep chasing 'em) (Taking my life away) Caught in a chase, 25 to life
don't really matter, we escape em with our paper "Hey ya", I'm on my Andre 3000 I'm all good now, a n-gga don't need no counseling Woke up in the room
m a wealthy ass young black man Flow more rare than finding black sand And, I just want some brain like a fucking cat scan I just want some paper like a fucking trash can Life
Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just huntin' nut Young Money runnin' shit and you niggas just runner-up
a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma, six zeros, dot zeros, here it go Back to runnin' circles 'round niggas, now we squared up Hold up Life
Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the palm smacker Goods strapper, cat stacker, good wood packer Tear up the Dom P wrappers faster Platinum Patron splasher, fuck
you need to get up outta my face So what's the deal? Cant' ya see how a nigga feel? And let me know if you gon' ride tonight Cause this paper we makin
cold cell, deep in thought Gettin' skinny, couldn't eat, 'cause the meat was poor Y'all niggas couldn't live my life, I've been through it Stretched up
the answer? What the fuck do you believe in? Say goodbye to the bad guy 'Zy rollin' with my cat eye, dead eye Ain't afraid to flame a rat up But I hot
saga continues) Tootsie rolls (We still here) Yo, PD, Bad Boy, Alumni, BR I had this bad bitch uptown, she was WHOA (THAT'S CRAZY) Almost had me pushing up
Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up Body get ripped up, and then sewed up Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz
runnin this motherfucker [P. Diddy] + (Notorious B.I.G.) Yeah! (one) As we proceed to give you what you need (One, two...) It's all fucked up now What the fuck
to jail tonight, yeah Who me? I'm a soul survivor Ask about 'em in the street The boy Jeez a rida A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks Fuck
I'm standing up, I'ma face my demons I'm manning up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Tryin' to put my life back together right
on the fuckin' plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me TripleA, get my advance in advance, amen As the world spin and dance in my hands Life is a
