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ace liberachi - life bid lyrics

sh+t get real man

as real as it gets
the hittas don’t miss
i flooded my wrist
my b+tch so bad
i’m going up
she going down
money go round
that’s bags on bags
why would i quit
why would i fold
that ain’t the way to put food on the stove
i keep it lit
stick to code
road to the money the path that i choose

and i’m going in fasho fasho
and i’m going in like a life bid
and i’m going in fasho fasho
i’m going off like a light switch
and i’m going in fasho fasho
im going in no indictments
and im i’m going in fasho fasho
i’m going in fasho fasho fasho
baby just told me she love me
it’s hard to believe it
i can’t get distracted
i been in love with my grind
mind on my money
my only attachment
ducked off designing my fashion
i went to compton to f+ck on my ratchet
she f+ck wit me strictly off talent
we f+ck every week to keep balance
my 9 millimeter hold 30
i roll wit my og from 30s
my money went clean from dirty
i’m ballin on n+ggas like curry
i’m passing on hoes like magic
i stay in the hood like mechanics
she lied when she told she cramping
she came to my crib wit no panties
my foot on they neck and they panicked dude
she give me neck like a attitude
i’m living like f+ck the rules
the way that i’m feeling is such a mood
gang gang we in first first place
la city my birthplace
and
you know i’m on
you know i’m lit
you know i stay with the sh+ts
as real as it gets
the hittas don’t miss
i flooded my wrist
my b+tch so bad
i’m going up
she going down
money go round
that’s bags on bags
why would i quit
why would i fold
that ain’t the way to put food on the stove
i keep it lit
stick to code
road to the money the path that i choose

off white in my suitcase
gucci shades on my b+tch face
pour up pour up more dusse
more money less bullsh+t
less hoes more women
more kings less n+ggas
god bless all real sh+t
more work less b+tching
gang gang stay legit ride with the clique
til we til we get rich aw yea
ride to the wheels fall off
been a good year
need my name all on a blimp sh+t
i came from the trenches
that’s dollars and cents and
commas on commas
i need my dollars
and that ain’t the half
you do the math
i triple a bag
baguettes on my wrist
my haters is p+ssed
i’m lottery picked
the cream of the crop
i smoke by the crop
the coupe is a drop
convertible top
i push a lil b+tton and pop out a glock
like f+ck all the opps
i f+ck on my thot
i’m feeling like pac
as real as it gets
the hittas don’t miss
i flooded my wrist
my b+tch so bad
i’m going up
she going down
money go round
that’s bags on bags
why would i quit
why would i fold
that ain’t the way to put food on the stove
i keep it lit
stick to code
road to the money the path that i choose

sh+t can get real
sh+t can get real
sh+t can get real
as real as it gets
as real as real as real as it gets yea yea yea yea yea yea
the sh+t can get real
the sh+t can get real
as real as gets
flooded my wrist
yea yea my b+tch so bad
i triple a bag
this sh+t can get real
i stay in the field
this sh+t can get real
as real as it gets

- ace liberachi lyrics

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