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This life that we live is no game I told 'em, I'm gon ride for my niggas all day Zet is headset beetje luider. [?] broer This life that we live is no game I told 'em, I'm gon ride for my niggas all day Sietta! Half 7 in de ochtend, blaas een jonko in garage Aan het rappen op het beat, denken over wat ik moet praten Koude dagen in de trap, geen chauffage Vingers bevroren, weet niet hoe we die packs moeten gaan maken Maar we moeten door, want hier kunnen we niet stilstaan Me visie, die is groot, ik moet later over de hill staan Wil me moeder kunnen zeggen dat ze niet meer hoeft te werken Moet het maken daar bij trappen, blacka money pakt ze niet aan Free me bradda, hij zit locked up in Begijnen Wouden hem niet goed zien, dacht van, 'Laten wij de kans grijpen' Dus wij schreeuwen, "Fuck Blauw", dat doen we al een tijdje Maar altijd schreeuwen moet verminderen van die tijden Nee bro, de klok tikt ver We hadden geen stashplek, moesten verstoppen in kelder Ik lijk net een Nederlander, hoe ik zoek naar cheddar Wil me money hoog, net Floyd Mayweather This life that we live is no game I told 'em, I'm gon ride for my niggas all day (Hmm) Wanna see me live, then you know, you gotta pay If you ain't paying the price, then we ain't coming yo way This life that we live is no game I told 'em, I'm gon ride for my niggas all day (Hmm) Wanna see me live, then you know, you gotta pay If you ain't paying the price, then we ain't coming yo way Bad one said she wanna come to the ends Told her, "I'm with my bros, so bring a couple of friends" There's Henny in my cup, got me feeling intense I'm sure they actin' funny asking me for a dance But, it bothers me that probably the reason why they onto me Is that I made trap money and not rap or want me in custody These niggas talk a lot, but I know, they not above of me Since she heard I make music, she's tryna get all on her knees Despite, I gotta a booking fee, still tryna get the minimal I'm in the AMG with gang, the dash lookin' all digital Niggas all fake, stop copying and be original Stack my bands up, bless it on fam, 'cause that's my principle [?]days, I had a principal, went to class with packs in backpack The classroom's all smelly, students asking if I have that After school, had to hit that field on time, cause he's my top client Had to get that shot done, RIP to Kobe Bryant This life that we live is no game I told 'em, I'm gon ride for my niggas all day (Hmm) Wanna see me live, then you know, you gotta pay If you ain't paying the price, then we ain't coming yo way This life that we live is no game I told 'em, I'm gon ride for my niggas all day (Hmm) Wanna see me live, then you know, you gotta pay If you ain't paying the price, then we ain't coming yo way
Writer(s): Emiile Ewunkem, Sietse Bijma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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