Ayy, so I'm just livin' life and I'ma get it And I'ma get these stacks, then I'ma spend it All these people don't care but I just forget it Fillin' up a Backwood light it up and hit it All these problems in my head ain't worth attention And I don't really care about the shit that's mentioned People talkin' 'bout me but that shit is fiction I don't pay attention, don't got time to listen I'm just livin' life, livin' life, yeah But sometimes all this stress has got me blind, yeah Chillin' with my day ones, know we gettin' high, yeah Smokin' up until we reach the fuckin' sky, yeah I'm worrying 'bout my payments, not no lies, yeah Can't focus on these fakes or all these lies, yeah I'm worrying 'bout my payments, not no lies, yeah Can't focus on these fakes or all these lies, yeah Ayy, and I'm just chillin', playin' PS2 Shout-out all my bros who always stayed true Coolin', dressed in black, I got that BAPE too Bangin' on my chest with those Legend Blues I'm just livin' life, need to tell me how Can't hate up on this style with this catchy flow All you other rappers spittin' shit for dough I put it all in music, I won't let it go All you rappers spittin' fake for fake-ass hoes I travel every day just like a lost soul I cope with all these kids and that's what fills the hole I do it for the fans and not the fuckin' dough Seein' all these people start to quote alone Crazy what this passion does and where it goes I wouldn't trade it for the world or any hoes I wouldn't trade it for the world or any hoes, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
