Biscayne Bay

Life

Type shit you need to have a driver for this

Type shit you write home to

**** too talkative

Chatty Cathy ass simps, I'm on this bossin' shit

My homie just came home

He got a corner office in this

Empire, I constructed brick by brick

This rap hustlin'

Tennis shoes, t-shirts, lunchboxes, fuck it

If it could be sold then let's do it

If it could be sold we gon' move it

I got the driveway to prove it

Crazy high, but I'm not stupid

Blood hound know where the loot is

Bring my homies straight to it

Uh, my bitches gettin' high to the music

My gangsta bros before me show me

Exactly how to do it

You only gon' get out it

Whatever you put into it

So I go extra to make sure

My shit come with the leather

The sunroof, the carbon fiber

Alcantara, whatever

Navigation, blue tooth

All kind of shit I never use

Sittin' in that skyline

The style of a stockbroker

Storytellin', weed slingin', pot smoker

Revolutionary, rollin' Chevy 'till I fall over

Told 'em, bury me a G and

Let my Momma have the cheese

Though I'll never die

'Cause the music livin' in the streets

That's all that matter to me

'Cause this other shit ain't real

Them hoes just fuckin' because of that deal

These **** livin' life with you

'Til they get jealous and you get killed

I'm just ridin', smokin', prayin'

That the Lord keep them away

And we keep gettin' this money

'Cause we legends in the makin'

I'm sayin'

Life