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crooked i - live fast die young freestyle lyrics

we gonna be living like this for the rest of our lives
we gonna be living like this for the rest of our lives
we gonna be banging this sh-t for the rest of our lives, listen, die young
live fast, die young, live fast, die young.

all day bang but i’m no my pistol bite your -ss right after that b-tch…
see a couple quick sparks, then your vision get pitch dark
and the paramedics trying to jump start you here’s not
f-ck with me is what you don’t do
all i ever did my whole life is what i want to
yeah, microphone check 1 2, my last microphone check was 1.2
compliment on my skillz you looking nice, rocking all white
diamonds still crawling vanilla ice hanging off of my chest
like it’s body over the balcony
publishing turn to gold like a n-gg-r practice alchemy
wrecking breaking ethic code my dead homies proud of me
i am not done cause i’m not who i’m about to be
crawling on to west before my alb-m is charted
even kings get ex god bless malcom and martin

i’m feeling hatred and i wonder how come is starting
cause you haters on the couch need to get out your apartment and grind
talk about you been rapping since 95, i was pushing benzes when you was looking for 9 to 5
just accept that i am long beach then you might survive
until then nothing’s g about hating on me
see i was harder than uses i beg you’re pardon
mama pushing me in a catching a bargain
i’m sick of you n-gg-rs jogging you coward -ss n-gg-rs
wanna …each other scared of pistol
yeah, i kill them soft, when god tailor made us
he put me off from a different cloth
you n-gg-rs false when i point out a crucifix full of diamonds
tell me what’s the point, i’m trying to get a cross, the biggest cross
enjoying the benefits, spitting like a back packer but living like a whack rapper with kids
it’s almost over for them cause put some real lyricses in the mix
i’m in the six, drop mercedes on the gas, blowing shady money fast
know the ladies love the cash, pitching baby on the -ss
…she gave me cranium, while she crazy on the
i’m crazy drinking like it’s 80
i’m so r-t-rded in public, i’m your rapper’s worst nightmare
real mc with a market and budget
even if my ship sitting target and f-ck it i win hard and i love it
back on the block, trick a happy as a rookie cop
throwing a legal money on whose making their p-ssy pop
read my shirt, they say do not cop block
he did it anyway, now he got me play hot scotch
that’s when i jump on you squares, east side in the air
ok, fine

- crooked i lyrics

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