Текст песни Life Story - Tnl

Life Story

Ya feel me?
Give me my money BIIIIIITCH!!!
Narcissistic, spit a bar and flip it like a narc when snitchin
Awkward visions, hammer spark division with a hard incision
Our suspicion, legs and arms are missin no alarm was trippin
Calm, exquisite, false alarm depicted, blow like bombs and kick it
Wrong to rip it? Fuck a bong I’ll split it like it’s long division!
Dogs in prison, in the yard and stickin guards with Farve precision
Thoughts of livin but I’m on a mission tight like bras on tits and
Hard as dicks in porno flicks with vixens when he fuckin spittin!
Not to mention, not a pot to piss in fly like chopper engines!
Lot to step it, couldn’t walk a mile ya sweaty socks are wet and
Plot it thickens, ripped apart like listen heart it stopped like pentions
Opposition fuck the ops and henchmen Ox’ll sock offensives
Luss the truth I spew the deuce like puke it hits you lose a tooth
Medullas blew, ya noodles black and blue when Luss maneuver thru
You mutants you, shittin on ya dudes just like ya poodles do
Like hoody hoo! No limit that’s my duty bae you beautiful!
As smooth as lube I’ll make ya pussy drool then smack that booty too
Ya cutie you, just let me make the play just like that Rudy dude
I’m cool as Cube, been that fuckin dude so move or lose ya view
I cock the tool as high as cockatoos a moose would lose his cool
I’ll noose you too, like fuckin wit me doe
Amigo I’ll run up on you for the kilo
Like Kito I need bros to pull up wit me tho
On g bro we evil we fuck up they people!
Like ughhh!!!
Motha fucka bitch it’s Luss pussies!
All these rappers bitches PERIOD! Ooze pussy!
My step dad used to beat my ass on the daily
Maybe, this is why I’m mother fuckin crazy
Escaping, thru my headphones bumpin Jay Z
Creating, dead zones in my heart since Kaile
My mom kicked me out one day after church
I was only 14 when I found out life hurts
Gotta high IQ, but barely got outta high school
Livin on my own, drinkin tryin to fight fools
It don’t take much, for me to not like you
Chip on my shoulder, n I’m colder than ice too
I do what I say bitch, not what I might do
Givin out fades, like a barber at night school
The drugs got me chubby, but the bitches still love me
Who the hell wanna rush me? My specialty is punchin
I’m livin off of nothin, n spittin shit wit Justin, wishin we were somethin,
in the mitten bitch we buzzin
Almost went to prison but was given some leeway
Did 3 months in county, Bill snitchin like he straight
I’d kill that mother fucker but he sits when he pees wait
Quit bitchin if ya listen, if offended by me great!
My son barely knows me, but he’ll always be my homie
His moms a fuckin phony, wish I never let her blow me
Gotta tell ya all these stories, all the drama n the glory
Is it karma from my whorin, ima monster never boring