Beni LayLo, Dezert Eagle - Libra

This life is deep cold heat bitter and sweet
But we shuffle through the valleys till we climb to the peaks
Dichotomy of the street got me feeling like there's two of me
Getting in a rides and fighting for the drivers seat
On one hand I'm tryna stay clean but with the other serving up fiends that Medellin
Hella lean head in a dream dead in a scene
Though it seems I just wanna get cream and never be seen
Ghost when I roll getting tired of the stove
New wave paddling nigga you gotta row
Row Row Row your boat always gotta stay afloat stay getting paper make it fold like an envelope
Working in the shadows eagle eye with the night scope
Sold the great white hope walking on a tight rope
Balanced the accounts turning keys to a ounze
My niggaz can't tek no check its best you bounce
Hella years running on the pave (on the pavement)
All for the money getting paid (getting paid)
Gotta get it in fore we end up in a grave
We just hop up on a plane when we wanna get away (get away)
Hella years running on the pave (on the pavement)
All for the money getting paid (getting paid)
Gotta get it in fore we end up in a grave
We just hop up on a plane when we wanna get away (get away)
Libra used to balancing all the scales
Torn between the righteous life and wholesale
Ying with the yang still tryna find a medium
All the dirt I done got me paying lifes premium
Its part of the cost of being a boss
Its been loss after loss still their seeing me floss
Shifting green like I fuck lacoste
53 on a box ill consign if you cover the cost
Yo thats Beni not me i need the cash upon delivery
I lost enough already trusting youts that move slippery
You might be right but sometime the block hotter than a fricassee
Rather hold the loss then hold the box sitting next to me
Next thing you getting caught up in the court
Back and forth lawyers my nigga that aint my sport
You say it ain't your sport but eitherway that's how the game goes
You either end up dead or in that and thats case closed
Hella years running on the pave (on the pavement)
All for the money getting paid (getting paid)
Gotta get it in fore we end up in a grave
We just hop up on a plane when we wanna get away (get away)
Hella years running on the pave (on the pavement)
All for the money getting paid (getting paid)
Gotta get it in fore we end up in a grave
We just hop up on a plane when we wanna get away (get away)

Written by:
L. Foster, S. Anokye

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