Dis Iz da Life

Man, uh, I've been thinking What you've been thinking about, man? Ever since Country Grammar done spent seven million Millions, I told you, that shit's been crazy Shit's been fucking crazy, I tell ya Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? Ma, let's break and leave the spot (Come on, Ma) Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? Ma, let's break and leave the spot (Come on, Ma) Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? Ma, let's break and leave the spot (Come on, Ma) Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot Man, dis iz da life Ay yo, I'm Chachee Acolla, dirty, I know ya heard me 'Cause I'm forty eight plus negative thirty, Murphy perverted And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows at Keep a show packed, ay, Yella Mack, where my dough at? Herky got my quarter 0 sack and blunt papers Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life saver Playa hater hater, Lunatic rhyme maker I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head maker Call me when you finna' break up, you can't take a I take care a that, it be okay when we wake up Short so I gotta lay up, no dunkin' for me I sport the ten, ain't no puntin' for me Murphy Lee, the school boy's, what you want me to be? So, I'm a be that, for six D I G I T's I'm a L U N A T I C, 'bout to B L O W U P, c'mon Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? Ma, let's break and leave the spot (Come on, Ma) Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? Ma, let's break and leave the spot (Come on, Ma) Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot Man, dis iz da life Y'all be hatin' a lot 'cause we makin' a lot I be's that nigga like Vacant Lot I'm achin' hot, check what you got to get in the spot I'm takin' a shot before I pull up on the lot It's V.I.P. parkin', walked in sparkin' Ain't nobody chargin', feelin' like a sergeant They all linin' up, all nines and up And I better make my choice, the night's windin' enough Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine enough Dressed in black, black suit and my brim be black With a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots well That's if I had a curve on it, no standin' in line (Who, me?) My coat got fur on it, I'm a slide right in And I keep a room key, ain't no need for no pin I got Sugar Daddy partyin' wit' me, man, bring mo' friends Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? Ma, let's break and leave the spot (Come on, Ma') Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? Ma, let's break and leave the spot (Come on, Ma) Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot Man, dis iz da life Check it It ain't my fault, I was born with Country Grammar and talk, Ma No Ma, I ain't hurt, that's just my walk, Ma Slight limp son, you know, to Simpson I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get some Call me Kane when ya sayin' my name, the lips numb I'm talkin' brains in the back of the Range, been done I be's like only five, ten, weighin' one, seven, one But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin' crushed by a bum Be like, "Oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?" Whichever one just made you came, then that'll be thy name The one they couldn't tame, I ain't speakin' from the vain I'm speakin' from the change, the rapper and the chain The high rise, overlookin' ducks and thangs I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangs On Q, when she hopped on the tip my man She must've been a vibrant thang, a vibrant thang, ay All my niggas, if you wit' me, let me know (Why?) Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day (I) You boys for real, you fakin at the same time Gotta set the game tight 'cause some of y'all ain't playin' right Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? Ma, let's break and leave the spot (Come on, Ma) Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? Ma, let's break and leave the spot (Come on, Ma) Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot Man, dis iz da life Ever since that Country Grammar shit You know, this has been the life Man, I don't know, I've been thinking I don't man, like, everywhere I fucking go They all know that 'Down, Down, baby' shit Maybe, it's nothing changed It's the other people around them changing Everybody else around you changed, I have noticed that I noticed that maybe, maybe You just try to do what you've been tryin' to do from day one You know, it's like everybody with you until this shit happens Once the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore Everybody wants to be like, you know 'Fuck him' You know what I'm sayin'? Fuck them, dis iz da life