Doja Clik - 6 Million Ways To Bubble lyrics

sh**s all f**ed up This sh** gets deep 6 feet deep Life is straight, strugglin', this sh** strifin' Just try to make a meal ticket I never f**ed off anyones paper Stayed away from captain save And I'll be down if I'm a busta perpatrator Anyone fake I gots to be major But why in the f** I got no luck I pray to my maker But I still end up gettin' stuck But I ain't no punk I have to maintain A fat a** status, gots to have it But I reach into my pockets Blowin' out raps God damnit I need to be lavish But the system ain't feelin' me They rather be k**in' me For some ol' bullsh** in the first degree Now really I can't fall into trap Or lose my life over snaps So peep game You mark a** langs Find out what you bustas lack The game is hard to find When you imitate and fakin' Lettin' the hood take you under This sh** be takin' and breakin' Cause s**as say that they hard Hard to recognize game Wavin' that gat in my face But you the one in the rain I mantain to stay the same Defend my life for my kids and wife A squirrel ain't nothin' nice You fumble you payin' the price I smell the refers breathe When my face is fat Thats why I need a gat For the fact that possible lacks I have to adapt sh** like that Got a motherf**er on paranoya But some k**as got a remedy Old English and the Doja Like nowhere this surround a fool You won't drownd up in a sea of no-nos When you can get caught up by hobos Playa hatas and po-pos You can't hear When your head is underwater Wake up motherf**er Pull your suds and your dark Life is strugglin' Chorus x4 I know life is a struggle But you still gotta hustle 6 million ways to bubble I have to struggle to succeed In a city that wants to take me It's like they got the silver spoon And them s**ers they wanna take me Go to jail or work for you What else can I f**in' do Force me to deshrunk my side of ten rods Then devils live cool Ain't givin' a f** Ain't givin' a back That's why they devilish Sometimes I grab the gat Cause all they do is make you wish You wonder why The liqour stores surrounds the f**in' pole So you can't think I'm all sh** Like that makes Young Ren wanna even the scores But if I f** with them What they gon' do to me Clear the dirt on my name With they authority Just another ghetto story Straight lost in the system You can't afford free speech So you better pay attention Listen to the game I'm speakin' in your big a** head Before life expectancy pronounces you dead That's real with Doja Clik Can't you feel Chorus x4 Six million ways to get paid And I ain't gon' break my back Just know your gettin' You know what I'm talkin' about I don't know But I got all just about to sport mine Just be our for yours Stop trippin' ex man They mad me get all you paid Na'ad mean Straight business sh** Young Ren Doja Clik E-D-C