(Hook)
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Live life to the fullest, I ain¡¯t scared of shit
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Machinegun full of bullets and a extra clip
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You better run when I pull it cuz you getting hit
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What it look like? It look like money bitch!
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(Verse)
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I be balling out in Compton, I be mobbing like I¡¯m Pac
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I be flexing out in Texas, Kirko bang you in your top
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Down and shout it like a hornet, I might gauge this with the rock
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One hit will get you knocked, you¡¯ll be higher than Ethan Hawke
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My murder game is beautiful, stick icepicks through your cuticals
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You say you got that what? We¡¯ll be outside in your cubical
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Spittin shit unusual, that Cuba good in junior flow
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You rappin on cool edit pro, your bedroom¡¯s out your studio
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Your basement, no conversation,
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It¡¯s confrontations, homie face it
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You on some fake shit
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I¡¯ll put your face in
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I ain¡¯t even give an F it, I¡¯m rugged reckless to ace this
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When it come to showin love I only love these bitches naked
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I¡¯m far away from planet Earth, couldn¡¯t even stand in church
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Put your fuckin flame in dirt, you¡¯re sweeter than a can of squirt
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You homo niggas, pull no triggers, probly panning first
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And when I die they¡¯ll take my body in a Phantom hearse
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(Hook x2)
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Live life to the fullest, I ain¡¯t scared of shit
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Machinegun full of bullets and a extra clip
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You better run when I pull it cuz you getting hit
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What it look like? It look like money bitch!
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(Verse)
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I put such as my flow, now I¡¯m the hottest in my lane
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Said if I¡¯mma go out, I¡¯mma go out with a bang
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Hundred dollar bills for these hundred dollar meals
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Leave 200 at the table, tell the waiter keep the change
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My car clean, my flow filthy
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Killed your bitch pussy for that crime I¡¯m so guilty
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These dudes posing with fake jewels, they so silly
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Say they signed the so and so like oh really?
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Let me take this chance to get my rap on
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Chop if was hungry, he sent me to track his snack on
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Half these rappers sound like they ain¡¯t rap long
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Mixtapes be nothing more than something to ash on
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I got work in my truck, my 9 right in my dash
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I take whatever I make, put half in the stash
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We ain¡¯t chasin no pussy, we out after this cash
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So much paper upon me, that pussy coming in fast
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(Hook x2)
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Live life to the fullest, I ain¡¯t scared of shit
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Machinegun full of bullets and a extra clip
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You better run when I pull it cuz you getting hit
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What it look like? It look like money bitch!
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m such a hall of famer, check my stats boy
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5 years over my head and I ain¡¯t rap boy
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Busy tryna drop, you should try and take some help
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You¡¯ve been on the shelf so long you should try and make them shelfs
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Handing me a blunt¡¯s the only time I take a L
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Work hopping out the trunk, I need a bigger scale
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Oh your man just left you
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Swear that nigga should¡¯ve kept you
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Save that shit for the next dude
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¡®Cause she just tryna get rescued
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And I don¡¯t even say numbers
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Just so I could save time
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I beat it up like a drummer, next day I don¡¯t even say hi
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Flippin, see I¡¯m back flossin
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So back off em
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My niggas carry 9¡¯s like a mag problem
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You just frontin, see me? I¡¯m just stuntin
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System got my rims shakin like I just dunked it
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Shorty got her friends hatin ¡®cause they wasn¡¯t there
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Took a loss and acted like it wasn¡¯t nothing big
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(Hook x2)
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Live life to the fullest, I ain¡¯t scared of shit
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Machinegun full of bullets and a extra clip
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You better run when I pull it cuz you getting hit
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What it look like? It look like money bitch!
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