New Life - LUCKI, Chuck L.I.

New Life - LUCKI, Chuck L.I.

Альбом
Alternative Trap
Год
2013
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
226040

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New Life

LUCKI, Chuck L.I.

I put money up over my heart, I give that back to a bitch it’s nothing

My homie say Luck don’t start, Gooshy lovey dove shit is frontin'

I be like bruh, you don’t know a thing, I been in and out of these thoughts

My whole life i been looking for protection, i been in and out of these vaults

You ain’t even know it’s a whole cold world for a hot young nigga with a rum

little heart

You ain’t even figure that i’m Usain Bolt going on a little run tryna track my

thoughts

Ain’t no simp no bitch I live i let these wild little thots run free

Ain’t no simp no bitch I live just keep them drugs and guns for me

Ain’t tryna Kurt Cobain myself, too much to give on up

I probably die from breaking these backs, ain’t talking sit ups

And all these little dumb hoes want rings, so i just pick up

And this rap shit might hold me down, so I just live it up

Drugs and Guns are my new life that’s straight with me

Don’t waste no time Don’t waste no thoughts

So please don’t try to pray for me (don't do it)

Drugs and Crime are my new life that’s straight for me

Don’t waste no time Don’t waste no thoughts

So please don’t try to pray for me (don't do it)

(na don’t do it, don’t do it)

Drugs and Crime are my new life that’s straight for me

Don’t waste no time Don’t waste no thoughts

So please don’t try to pray for me

(Verse 2: Chuck L. I)

Batman’s on a rap sheet

Most blogs never heard of me

Burn tree on a back street

Tryna keep these fuckin herds from me

For' my momma got some words comin'

Cause she heard he used to serve rummus

I’m a son in a beast belly

Man this city got a long stomach

Why they can’t digest it?

Throw a party when I’m gone

Can a nigga die festive?

All peers like lets dance

Petty pound to a fed case

Tryna die impressive

Niggas thuggin in the party like

Niggas really wanna die over party life?

Cook a fed niggas curfewz

Every bad seed wanna merk you

Put you on ground, earth food

Pops said, «lil nigga im a hurt you

Cause you spose live for a better purpose

Make no mistake I ain’t perfect

A nigga got flaws, but I’m worth it.»

Only hit my line when It’s worth it

Cause you know petty niggas pick a sack up

You know I need back up

Wanna pray but you judge I don’t need that back uh

(Bridge)

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