London On Da Track - Lifestyle (G-Mix) lyrics

[Intro] Boosie Badazz Real lifestyle, n***a Uncut and explicit Straight up [Hook] Lord knows, these b**h n***as couldn't live my cold lifestyle If you really knew Boosie boo, then you would run right now (p**y a** n***as) Sick of all of these n***as saying that they gangsters (damn right)(x2) We don't rap beef like y'all rap beef, believe me, we spank ya [Verse 1] What you know 'bout riding strapped in a drop top Finger on the trigger in the rearview Glock hot n***a tryna snatch ya girl from the hair spot (cold) Fighting extortion from the narcotics Hitters on the backseat and them thangs co*ked (cold) Burning n***as homes 'til they run out At the graveyard watching my homeboys Momma cried tears so you know that it's on, boy Picture perfect ain't the word for this lifestyle Loan sharking n***as, that don't deserve to live this lifestyle Penitentiary chances on the daily Shootouts every week, sh** deep, God saved me Going to war for the same n***as that betrayed me Attutude real rude, f** you pay me In Louisiana where the streets ain't gravy Yeah, I'll lay down anybody just to live like Baby [Hook] [Verse 2] Sickest clique ever did it, we don't talk sh** How I live, a gun a part of my outfit Take a pick, replace the six with the soda It's a front so if the n***a complain, game over Y'all live a rap lifestyle, mine colder One of the few you could believe what they told you All day stalking, we click clacking Studying n***as moves it's cool, send a b**h at 'em F.N rip a n***a til' holla' Crime scene lost cause they thinking it's a choppa Real homework and I ain't talking 'bout a scholar Jump out sick, when I'm worth a million dollars Living like this, then you got a million problems In and out of courts, beefin' with your baby momma's You want beef? Then that beef sh** we got it Whole clique murder ones, but we walk cause we solid [Hook] [Verse 3] Making n***as pay draft, this is real talk Wink my eye, have you gone A real boss Thugging hard in Angola, on that real walk Every n***a I done beefed wit had a big heart Evil, the same place I see ya I leave ya Going in n***as pockets, on GP [?] Hit the club after I bleed you to tease you Everybody strapped to the max, even Nita sh**, taking n***as chains off they neck Want it back? Then I gotta get a check On Plank Road and they rip out the vet Glock on the dresser everytime I have s** Swerving down n***as block, vest up Auntie telling me to change cause I'm living messed up (straight up) f** rain, this is thunder mane Director stole my script for the Hunger Games (Boosie) [Hook]