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moneysign suede - bout this life (music video version) lyrics

[intro:] ay, whatchu know about this life. parkside baby

[verse 1: moneysign suede]
how you saying free him if you don’t even send him kites?
oh, you care about your people, huh? but you don’t get ’em right
i remember back then, i was servin’ in a bike
i be rappin’, sh+t workin’, i’m ’bout to take a flight (no cap)
who you think you is? me and you, we not alike
the b+tch you wanna f+ck, lil’ n+gga, i been piped (i been f+cked)
if a n+gga come and shoot, it’s gon’ be a gunfight (rrraaa)
tryna go and rob a n+gga, rob a n+gga late night
they said i was going up, going up, but then i fell
i’m smoking mary jane, the whole block, you can smell
if i rap for real, i ain’t gotta use a scale (on my momma)
i+i wouldn’t be up in jail
n+gga, in this life, you can’t be scared to take an l
i+i ain’t never sober, you can tell (b+tch im geeked)
you ain’t never felt how i felt
my mama getting older while i’m sitting in a cell
10k on the lawyer and i still lost (still lost)
but i’m straight, b+tch, i’m cool, i gotta pay the cost
i was out here with a mask like f+ck a job (f+ck a job)
like, yeah, i said i rap, but i still rob
i ain’t gon’ lie, when i’m in, i’ma feel the pain
i ain’t gonna see my brother spade graduate (f+ck)
you gon’ be out here living life while i’m in the cage
(while im locked up)
i chose this life, this what this life gave
mama say when i get out, i gotta make a change
mama say when i get out, she hope i ain’t the same
when i get out, i’ma get out to a big+ass chain (big chain)
and i put it on my momma i’ll have a bigger name
[verse 2: nfant]
ayy, you know i’m with the stick+up, p+ssy b+tch, lay it down (lay it down)
was out here with a mask ‘fore corona came around (came around)
we gon’ spin again, brother, get it in (get it in)
he ain’t spared, we still rot a n+gga head for them dividends (for them dividends)
back when i was hungry, they ain’t wanna give me sh+t (give me nothin’)
i got problems, i’ma solve ’em, gotta get it with this stick (stick)
brother told me f+ck a let+up, boy, don’t give these n+ggas sh+t (give ’em)
k!ll everybody in the game, then get to pickin’ off the bench
ayy, but they ain’t even knowing that i came out the ‘partments (‘partments)
but i was posted on the curb where we spark sh+t (spark sh+t)
hot sh+t, get a f+ck n+gga car flipped (flipped)
spin his whip until the motherf+ckin’ car sick
and plus a hundred sh+lls for any n+gga try to play me
that chop, make it dance like i named it sada baby
double back on his block like brenda went got a baby
hundred saggin’ out the chop, left his face all on the pavement

[outro: nfant]
sh+t, they ran it
that one sh+t, dumb sh+t, that r+t+rded sh+t
f+ck a n+gga day up (yeah), that type sh+t
f+ck the other side, uh+huh
i’m outta here

- moneysign suede lyrics

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