Featuring Copywrite
Another day, a hundred ways to live it
Too many graves to visit and these days have limits
I’m not gonna waste my minutes on a gangsta’s pivot
Cuz I ain’t never seen a grave and a gangsta in it
And I ain’t never been afraid of the things that tinted
Isn’t an option for my character, a bunch would be aware of that
4-5 caliber, mask, 8 and I cap it back in the days I was rappin’ as if it ain’t gonna happen
Nowadays catch me stakin’ the paper like napkins
I’m debatin’ the ways of the captain
I’m so fly like the Mona Lisa
Nose dive, I like the whole pie, I’m a total piece
And it’s ‘cause I know Christ and my soul’s at ease
Me and Juxx flow is mean like no restraint
Better hit it thorough like your led is plural
Only knives you’ve lined up on your credit burral
Movin’ on up, the life I live I
Gotta do it for my wife, my kids I..
No one sue me cuz the crys I live still
Son, you couldn’t live the life I live in a lifetime
In a lifetime..
Son, you couldn’t live the life I live in a lifetime
In a lifetime..
Son, you couldn’t live the life I live
I never punk, a hundred ways to kill him
Juxx stainless steel, I’m never gangsta grill ‘em
See I’m all about a dollar, never jump in my chains
Your boy billionaire buzzin’, they be pumpin’ my name
On the web, TV channels and radio
Ill delivery, sick dialect, steady flow
Buck town, young gunna I get it clackin’
Start the clickin’ and clackin’
You’re just a target, I’m aiming and clapping
Emcees must beware my verbal attackin’
Closed casket, bury the track in
Arcitype is in the moto beast
Ruste Juxx handle all beef cuz I know the streets
And if you don’t know the cline then you’re getting got
Copywrite spittin’ lava, it’s getting hot
Hear the beat, turn it up and just let it bang zone
I’ll roll you a fat one then I’mma sing
Movin’ on up, the life I live I
Gotta do it for my wife, my kids I..
No one sue me cuz the crys I live still
Son, you couldn’t live the life I live in a lifetime
In a lifetime..
Son, you couldn’t live the life I live in a lifetime
In a lifetime..
Son, you couldn’t live the life I live
It would take you a century
60 outside, 40 in penitentiary
For what? To get sure tougher than the toughest
Hard body hip-hop, roughin’ in the roughest
Microphone finnin’, leanin’, hittin’ corners
Pull the Juxx, tryna come up on a bonus
Murder, murder, more murder and take money money
Only the cash better move, nothing funny dummy
It’s a jack move, give it up smooth
Pistol whippin’ wrappers like I got to point the truth
Triple OG, you’re dealin’ with a made man
Shot cooler, mick the cool guns really your man
Fo show, big trade pounds and 4-4’s
Roll the thing then we ride out in a war tank
Classic material, just the imperial
Most high exotic ruler, grand poobah
Movin’ on up, the life I live I
Gotta do it for my wife, my kids I..
No one sue me cuz the crys I live still
Son, you couldn’t live the life I live in a lifetime
In a lifetime..
Son, you couldn’t live the life I live in a lifetime
In a lifetime..
Son, you couldn’t live the life I live