Late Night Livin'

• Written by Anonymous

Yo!
Its like 3 in the morning
And I'm still in the booth
So you know what we bouta do
You ready?
Let's get it
 
Drinking, Smoking, Around the table passin'
Living during the night cause that's where all the action
Sippin' on Ciroc and turning blunts into ashes
Doin' what is right, Livin' my life to satisfaction
 
 
Never sold drugs
no, no, no
No never sold drugs on the come up
But a nigga always down for the quick buck
You feel me cuz
Gotta do what I gotta do out in these streets
To get mine may everyone else down and out rest in peace
Don't take it personally it's not you but me
I gotta put enough food on the table for the whole family to eat
Cause once one nigga makes it everyone's gonna feast
I could be considered a muthafuckin prophecy
Went to school cause it was the right thing to do
Just a bunch of bullshit like yabadabadoo
I'm just getting gravy with cordon bleu
Mix it all together and spit out the loot
Pussy, Money, Weed is all I pursue
You trying to do me but you gotta do you
Not everyone can drive a mile in my butterfly top back chromed out gold
Lamborghini Coupe
 
 
Cause we Drinking, Smoking, Passin'
Living during the night cause that's where all the action
Sippin' on Ciroc and turning blunts into ashes
Doin' what is right, Livin' my life to satisfaction
 
(Ya heard)
 
Cause we Drinking, Smoking, Passin'
Living during the night cause that's where all the action
Sippin' on Ciroc and turning blunts into ashes
Doin' what is right, Livin' my life to satisfaction
 
 
I play ball, I stand tall, get knocked down, get back up
Cause it's not the fight, but the fight in you
That determines if you gonna win or if you gonna lose
Best part is in the end you get to choose
I'd rather be dead than broke, don't take life as a joke
Out on the street if I need to be sellin' coke
No mulligans, you only get one life stroke
Lock n load, aiming at your head, cocked back, bang, cloud smoke
I live my life the way I want cause I'm not afraid to die
And when it's my turn imma look death in its eye
Call it a bitch like it was my ex-wife
Cause I ride for my niggas, and I'll be ridin' till I die
Jump in the air, spread my wings wide and fly
Up into the sky with my money right behind
Smokin' to stay high, cloud nine, bitch check the time
My life in overtime

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