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a-reece - welcome 2 my life lyrics

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[intro]
yeah yeah n-gga huh
let it ride
now look i know you tired of hearing this story and sh-t but f-ck it

[chorus]
baby boy drop the hits, baby boy copped a crib
me and the gang i’m with, that’s how the cash is split
baby boy gone he missing, i’m never home i trip
smoking on tangerine, this what i came up with
look at my life it’s lit
look at my life it’s lit
look at my life it’s lit
look at my life it’s lit

[verse 1]
look at the gang i’m with, put her on gang it’s lit
checking the cheques that’s it
never go check a b-tch
n-gga on gang we living f-ck would you lit up the gas sativa
earning my stripes i did it, young n-gga don’t even wear no adidas
smoking that dank, different strain strawberry, diesel, the critical
went to the bank f-ck up a banky now we be smoking medicinal
put her on gang she know we smoking on exodus cheese i’m moses
she know i’m lit i’m loaded f-ck up the bands and i gotta reload it
ecco just got a new b-tch, he bout the jump in the whip
that n-gga gone that n-gga awesome give me more money and d-ck
just got a crib it’s lit she cannot leave without taking a pic
look at my life it’s lit, i do not know her but she want the d-ck

[chorus]
baby boy drop the hits, baby boy copped a crib
me and the gang i’m with, that’s how the cash is split
baby boy gone he missing, i’m never home i trip
smoking on tangerine, this what i came up with
look at my life it’s lit
look at my life it’s lit
look at my life it’s lit
look at my life it’s lit

[verse 2]
til i’m off a hundred and fifty, my b-tch is white like britney
run it up i’m on a mission, grant all my n-ggas they’re wishes
split up the guala division, i’m on my way to the riches
i took my young n-ggas with me now we all ball like pipin
these b-tches off white like whitney, stacking a hundred and fifty
stylez the plug he get it, you n-ggas ain’t rich you milk it
sipping on muddy filthy, smoking on bud, i’m busy
she wanna cuddle with me, young n-gga gone she miss me
young n-gga trap it’s a hobby, give her my number the lottery
give her the pipe i’m bobby, now the b-tch can’t get a hold of me
call her a cab i hop it [?] pharmacy [?] my n-gga we cop it
bought a new crib i’m popping just blew twenty racks on my carpet

[chorus]
baby boy drop the hits, baby boy copped a crib
me and the gang i’m with, that’s how the cash is split
baby boy gone he missing, i’m never home i trip
smoking on tangerine, this what i came up with
look at my life it’s lit
look at my life it’s lit
look at my life it’s lit
look at my life it’s lit



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