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tay roc - livin' at lyrics

[verse 1]
i want the money, i don’t need respect
don’t wish me luck, i don’t believe in that
gon’ run up on me, i ain’t seen him yet
get robbed for that if i ain’t meetin’ that
get odd with me, i’ma even that
eloise where the team is at
make your heart stop, get your breathin’ checked
f-ckin’ frauds, i’ll put a g in check
free old boy, i ain’t seen him yet
i been gettin’ money out the big apple
staten island in a big statue
double bags, that’s a big h-ssle
i send for you, a goon sent at you
when they see you they gon’ b-tch-smack you
tie you up, straight kidnap you
if it’s beef that’s how i get at you
if it’s beef i woulda been at you
where i’m from we just plot a lot
got real goons that ain’t tryna stop
ridin’ out till their tires pop
keep shootin’ till the silence stop
give the word out and i’ll find your block
you ain’t gotta be a crackhead
but n-gg-s die just for tryin’ roc
i don’t care what y’all begin to say
f-ck with me, n-gg-, this semi spray
i don’t like none of y’all anyway
i take you n-gg-s on any day
i get it, i flip it the other way
i just cashed out like the other day
drop a band on my mother for mother’s day
the money be comin’ like, “¡ándale!”

[hook]
i’m smokin’ on this good sh-t, relax my mind
i don’t let it slide, you cross the line
i don’t trust my own n-gg-s sometime
watch my own back, i don’t know who watchin’ mine
i’m smokin’ on this good sh-t
relax my mind, i need a hit of that
i don’t let it slide, you cross the line
and i’ma give you that
i don’t trust my own n-gg-s sometime
them n-gg-s quick to snap
i don’t know who watchin’ lookin’ where i’m livin’ at

[verse 2]
i’m never scared; ‘fore a tell a fed
and be a snitch i’ll eat a sh-ll instead
i-i do what the h-ll i please
y’all do what the h-ll i said
roc lookin’ like king tut
diamonds white, blue, yellow, red
i got a jesus piece and i keep a piece
if you reach for these you’ll be h-lla dead
if i am p-ssy, then show me
goon n-gg-, you can not hold me
you thinkin’ them n-gg-s your homie
them n-gg-s is fake and they phony
k!llas is holdin’ their ho heat
i’m watchin’ my back ’cause of old me
never get caught by my lonely
n-gg-s i beef with they know me
give me a pack, a couple of weeks
and i’ma come back with a rollie
i’ve been outta town with that og
smokin’ a pound of that og
i’m stackin’ the money, then burnin’ it
i rep the cave, this sh-t permanent
eloise n-gg-s they murder sh-t
when is y’all n-gg-s gon’ learn this sh-t?
ahh! glock 40, make it fire straight
where i’m from, if you eatin’ good
and we ain’t eat as much you better hide your plate
i used to be posted by the lake
now i’m gettin’ money outta state
workin’, i ain’t got time to hate
free my n-gg-s that got trial dates

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