HD - Live For lyrics

[Blast Holiday] Better make sure that scale say what I paid Money was my math so streets was my cla** for days (5-9) Clicked up would get paid, put bucks first Robbing corner stores, in front of pastor Porter's church Rest in peace Jerry Duckworth Wrestling in these streets, idolizing what these bucks worth 9-to-5 me never, 59 sounds better Scribbling hella jail letters to all my broeys stretched out Down with O-P-P but better not never call me treach pal Got it for a low cause he's copping from the Mex now Half-backs and 80's slab, babies with a 80's swag Food stamps and welfare, it's sort of like a hell here Bang Ice City where it's never hot as hell here No Hider No Liar n***a, still here Cause this a voice for the po' folks Ice City sliding, head-first in the snow slopes (Hook 2x) When I was younger, I used to didn't give a f** But as I got older I earned too much to live for I gotta feed my family and raise my kids up I ain't tryna end up in the grave or the pen stuck (no thank you) [HD] As I matured, I earned too much to live for My days consist of more than just the island liquor store (trappin) My broey got a lash, tryna lick a store I got two choices: go home or get the Sauer (Sig) Rick Flair, I'm a figure-four pourer Right hand on the heart, H a young soldier Perceive wisdom like Skywalker got from Yoda They told me what don't k** me, only make me stronger So I'm grittin', stomach growling with a deep hunger Slide then you might have to do a number Vacation, you just might miss a summer (free Niño) Bunking, all the knocks in the hood know his number (hit my line) I can't come home to Lae-Lae empty handed (Lae-Lae daddy got you) So I'm pulling home invasions, creeping like a bandit (smack smack) Vandalism is my life in writing In my hood, n***as never had a reason for dying, it get trife... (Hook 2x) [Lil Rod] White boy gun in peace Made man, 61-I muhf**in beast Prolly ain't the right thing to say, but I love the streets It turned me on to sh** cla**rooms couldn't teach me Chicken chasing, could never call me broke man Seen my first stack and fell in love with the rubberbands DTA, never put my trust in no man The only faith I got is this 40 in my right hand (smack smack) Smack smack shoot em up and we coming to lash em out Buy the neck out because we stacking bricks for the drought (Syrup) Rock with heavy metal, rock star call me Smash Mouth Don't throw stones if you live in a gla** house 24 carats on these gold slugs in my mouth V-10 coupe, watch me bounce in and smash out Back then when I was young I didn't give a f** Ran the Six with the four-nick tearing sh** up, thank you (Hook 2x)