Psycho Realm - Lifestyle lyrics

LIFESTYLES (J.Gonzalez) (Jacken) W do it dirty, like our girls young and pretty If the ball it makes it more worthy If I make it to see past thirty I'll still be drinking and burning f**ing it up homie we ain't learning Living it daily, failing piss tests that my P.O. gave me Don't look for reasons dog there's no explaining It may osund crazy but iy'ss routine Daily with new team Sicksiders who bring the streets and how we do things No nine to five, stricktly hustle's how we survive Corner hot spot nickle and dimers keep you supplied We smoke LA just to get by keep a dry eye f** it why lie I toke up just to get high We right if the avenue's ours, if not Spark heaters lapped, dogs bark sick and lick shots End up in a box six feet but life don't stop We still do it 'til the wheels falls of or 'tll we drop I don't go by what no one is doing I make my own rules Don't follow yours, stand on my own two I got my own thing, so you got to deal with it (Jacken) We stay hungry, the streets love me Trust me They taughtme things no one could take from me There's nothing funny when it's business and money dummy Catch yourself running out of time I'm feeling one coming Always stunning wether it's in the deuce or foot loose Shoes always clean deusched up and walk with l lean Talk with a gleam my eyes seen and done everything We seem to do these broads right We got'em stalking the tean Hawking the cream but they only get it if they act right If last night wasn't tight you get no cash prize If it smells real funky like it's flashlight Throw her in the shower make her scrub the cat right We don't up iwth none of this drama I'm 'a tell you right now we're all about the goodtimes Don't push mine 'cause kush minds Are planning out these 'hood crimes A crook lies deep beneath these rarely understood minds I don't go by what no one is doing I make my own rules Don't follow yours, stand on my own two I got my own thing, so you got to deal with it (Jacken) We see bad times but who doesn't Good time lovin' We're ghetto folk but got cla** cousin Gla**, dust and snort, smoke, dip or just guzzling Got us buzing everyday dog it ain't nothing Streets bubbling gossip stay floating can't trust it All my homeboys doing dirt just keep getting busted Bussed in the goose to country then dressed in the blues Yes we could choose but for what we're expected to lose Breaking the rules Some of us decked in the j**els I prefer to be D.L. perfecting my moves Around here it's kind of hard homie step in my shoes Trying to do it right without disrespecting these fools Still This is my lifestyle I'll tell you right now Do what I do homie only 'cause it's my style Don't think it's nice now just 'cause I might smile This is my life and I'm a live it 'til it's lights out I don't go by what no one is doing I make my own rules Don't follow yours, stand on my own two I got my own thing, so you got to deal with it