Live
• Written by Fuego
I still live for the right,
Have to see the light,
But I live for the night,
Tryna get on that flight,
And my shit is so tight,
Got loudpacks that aint no lie,
I'ma get there, why wouldn't I try?
I want to get rich before I die,
Gotta get that money why only know I,
Cus I Don't wanna see my mama cry
Guess I don't wanna see my homies die,
Gotta say your ass goodbye
Eye for an Eye, better bring me my supply
Car, Open Windows, Bullets Fly when I pass by
You aint snitching on us, tongue tied
My prayers sent sky high
Thereby, you can't put me on standby
I see everything, no third eye
I go to sleep at night
I wake up in a fright
And I see the light
Like woah
I see its god all right
Im thankful for all the stuff you have done And shared
I get ready for the pay
I get on my way
And do all the work I can do today
No so fun, Not so great
But you know it's good for your life so hip hip hurray
I'm new to rap
I'm not new to the trap
not giving a fuck
constipated, not giving a crap
fucking yo bitch
She felated, She elated
My teeth fucked off molly
My teeth chewed and grated
Didn't get my nut, berated
Never was hated
Never lived in the community gated
5 stars; my dick rated
simply, like 10 guys your bitch mated
And you're talking about a side ho
You a side ho
god damn when i seen her
throwin all 100s no singles
pop my top like pringles
she got me hooked no jingles
Rappers Blowing up like missiles
Walking on the moon like Micheal
Layers on Layers like trifle
Cut deep like multiple knife blows
Undeserving people on TV shows
Thats about as far as it goes
Tryna get her to get low
Spit bars so fast like a jet boat
No time for McDonalds
Got beats like DJ Metro
Got an Xbox control
So many bars like a jail cell
make so much dough dont tell
Fuck Trump go to hell
I still live for the right,
Have to see the light,
But I live for the night,
Tryna get on that flight,
And my shit is so tight,
Got loudpacks that aint no lie,
I'ma get there, why wouldn't I try?
I want to get rich before I die,
Gotta get that money why only know I,
Cus I Don't wanna see my mama cry
Guess I don't wanna see my homies die,
Gotta say your ass goodbye
Eye for an Eye, better bring me my supply
Car, Open Windows, Bullets Fly when I pass by
You aint snitching on us, tongue tied
My prayers sent sky high
Thereby, you can't put me on standby
I see everything, no third eye
I still live for the right,
Have to see the light,
But I live for the night,
Tryna get on that flight,
And my shit is so tight,
Got loudpacks that aint no lie,
I'ma get there, why wouldn't I try?
I want to get rich before I die,
Gotta get that money why only know I,
Cus I Don't wanna see my mama cry
Guess I don't wanna see my homies die,
Gotta say your ass goodbye
Eye for an Eye, better bring me my supply
Car, Open Windows, Bullets Fly when I pass by
You aint snitching on us, tongue tied
My prayers sent sky high
Thereby, you can't put me on standby
I see everything, no third eye
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About the Artist
Fuego
Member since March 16 2016