AntDaDon - Life 2X

With that S on your chest, see how far we get
All you niggas talkin' shit, come and get your ass
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
With that S on your chest, see how far we get
All you niggas talkin' shit, come and get your ass
Back to the muthafuckin' paper, I'm back to the muthafuckin' basics
Back to the muthafuckin' bank, then back to the hood, I gotta go round the bases
Keep the squares up out of my circle, cuz these lil' niggas be handin' out cases
I got my agility outta the streets, from dodgin' the feds, it make me evasive
Yeah, she say, Don, you lit, I know it
I got some racks, but I won't show it
Worsome ho, make me annoyed
Bitch, I'm winnin', cross the board
Coast to coast, Atlantic Shores
Shoppin racks, designer stores
Smoke so much dope, I might grow it
She say, Don, you lit, I know it
Yeah, got this shit outta the mud, this shit had a price
Lost a lot of this shit in the streets, lil' nigga, I damn near lost my life
Outside all day, just gettin this pape, cramped up my hand, countin' up all night
If you not bout gettin' paper, bitch, then mama on you is not my type
Diamonds in my chain, got racks on ice
Gamble this shit, had to roll them dice
Bitch name Sue Young, she love fried rice
It's Don, lil' bitch, I ain't never been nice
He taxin niggas, fuck his price
We was broke as fuck, we ain't had no lights
Got some monyun, yeah, this shit changed my life
Now I'm livin' this shit like I lived it twice

Written by:
Anthony Maxwell

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