Jsimp - Live My Life (feat. Scorsese & TreDayy)

Im just trying to live my life
Praying to god that im doing it right
When I go to sleep that heat on my side
Living in hell but im covered in ice
Snakes be watching they hoping I die
Better be praying they not in my sight
I swear these streets so cold stick to the g code
Im a G I joe Id never fold
Getting money laying low
Counting doe is all I know
Going hard going broke aint a option oh no
Gotta keep moving
We moving in slow mo
Bitch I been working
I been on my grind
Yes I deserve it
Its mine
They ran off their mouth while I left em behind
I pray that my brothers is all on my side
Cause ill cut they tree if they try to take mine
Yeah
Ill take ya life if you try to take mine
Got me a bad bitch from texas
Shell put them hills where neck is
Leaving you breathless
Don't you contest this
Back in the booth I tell them the truth
Fucking with me so you must have a death wish
You aint impressive all of your niggas confessing
You don't know what you been told
All my niggas riding volks
All I know is cash money cars clothes and fucking hoes
Im hearing clicks on the phone
So I make hits on the low
Better respect me or you gotta go
Move like the mafia
You gotta know
You gotta know
Sorry but please do not call me
Got a white girl she a Barbie
They moving slow they cant top me they do it sloppy
She call me papi
Give me the car key
And I
Aye
Hit the dash in my bag
They bring it to me
I never ask
They coming for you
You see the mask
I
Got the juice
Never pass that
You know what I want
Where the cash at
Never to close I get back back
She leaving you for me
Im that fast
Im just trying to live my life
Praying to god that im doing it right
When I go to sleep that heat on my side
Living in hell but im covered in ice
Snakes be watching they hoping I die
Better be praying they not in my sight
I swear these streets so cold stick to the g code
Im a G I joe Id never fold
Getting money laying low
Counting doe is all I know
Going hard going broke aint a option
Oh no
Gotta keep moving
We moving in slow mo
I aint a killer but don't push me
Im far from a rookie
I get plenty money
Like plies
And I get plenty cookie
Say little daddy
Slow your roll
Is what they tell me
Shit im on go
Green lights is all
Red lights is all I know
Big and bold
Young boss nigga
Tell me why yall do the most
Its a cost to be the boss
Im trying to pull up in candy floss
Red Ferrari all sauce
Im trying to pull up in candy floss
Red Ferrari all sauce
Im just trying to live my life
Praying to god that im doing it right
When I go to sleep that heat on my side
Living in hell but im covered in ice
Snakes be watching they hoping I die
Better be praying they not in my sight
I swear these streets so cold stick to the g code
Im a G I joe Id never fold
Getting money laying low
Counting doe is all I know
Going hard going broke aint a option
Oh no
Gotta keep moving
We moving in slow mo

Written by:
Jacob S, Marcus E, Trevon R

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