Lyfestyle

(Project, Project, Project)

(Damn, Trgc made that?)

I ain't want this life, but this life chose me, this my lifestyle right now

I ain't want this life, but this life chose me, this my lifestyle right now

I ain't want this life, but this life chose me, this my lifestyle right now

I ain't want this life, but this life chose me, this my lifestyle right now

Get in my room, start chattin' to Devil

I chat with the Devil, like, what do you want?

Walk in the bank, and the teller ask the questions

I question, I question, like, what do you want?

That bitch broke my heart, but I fuck her friend, I ain't worried 'bout that bitch now

I went and got off my ass, I made some racks, and I made that shit to the top

Gotta make my momma proud

Gotta make sure that she smile

Gotta make sure that my momma got that brand new nice-ass house

Told my momma "I ain't stressin' now"

Told my momma "I made it to the top"

When I was a kid I was bad as fuck, she said she was kickin' me out her house

They talkin' about the bank, and I own that shit now

Look at the drip, the way that I walk

I'm from NC, from the South, but I'm rich as fuck, and I made it out

All my opps they on my dick, they sad as fuck, they look and they frown

I'm in public with them cameras, and they flashin', and I smile

I'm in Balenciaga, they hand me a mimosa, I'm drunk as fuck when I shop

All my shooters, they walk behind me, and they creepin' when I walk

Hundred thousand my neck, you reach for the chain, you reach for that chain you gon' die

Your bitch gon' fuck on me 'cause I'm way too fly

I'm in that, gah–

I ain't want this life, but this life chose me, this my lifestyle right now

I ain't want this life, but this life chose me, this my lifestyle right now

I ain't want this life, but this life chose me, this my lifestyle right now

I ain't want this life, but this life chose me, this my lifestyle right now

Get in my room, start chattin' to Devil

I chat with the Devil, like, what do you want?

Walk in the bank, and the teller ask the questions

I question, I question, like, what do you want?

That bitch broke my heart, but I fuck her friend, I ain't worried 'bout that bitch now

I went and got off my ass, I made some racks, I made that shit to the top

Gotta make my momma proud

Gotta make sure that she smile

Gotta make sure that my momma got that brand new nice-ass house

Told my momma "I ain't stressin' now"

Told my momma "I made it to the top"

When I was a kid I was bad as fuck, she said she was kickin' me out her house

(Gotta make my momma proud)

(Gotta make sure that she smile)

(Gotta make sure that my momma got that brand new nice-ass house)

(Told my momma "I ain't stressin' now")

(Told my momma "I made it to the top")

(When I was a kid I was bad as fuck, she said she was kickin' me out her house)

(When I was a kid I was bad as fuck, she said she was kickin' me out her house)