f/ A$AP Rocky
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Smoking weed, lighting kroll
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Only thing I’ve ever known is walk on the wild side
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Welcome to our life
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Springing ki’s, springing K’s
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Every day we’re getting paid to walk on the wild side
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Welcome to our life
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Come take a little walk with me through my neighborhood and come spend a day in my trail
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Get your paper right and yay so good, but you keep it too to your lair
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My lil partner holdin that word
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Nigga won’t wait to keep it round me
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Been there, violate on my turf
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Nigga you’s in danger, died like that
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Ain’t no investigation, no statin this
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And no whip to see it, we ain’t seein shit
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Pull up at the door with that jewelry on
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To come see a bitch, that what he get
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We on dog row with no street lights
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That pistol play after fist fights
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And them geek mobster walk all night
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Well the crack pipe, tryina get it right
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Midnight we shoot dice, the whole house smellin like cooked cray
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You beat me and you talk shit
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You get shot bitch and I took that
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Hood racks on deck, that loud is all I blow
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This shit to you it might sound loud
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But this life is all I know
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Smoking weed, lighting kroll
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Only thing I’ve ever known is walk on the wild side
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Welcome to our life
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Springing ki’s, springing K’s
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Every day we’re getting paid to walk on the wild side
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Welcome to our life
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Aye, can you picture me back in ’93?
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Bump it out Dre, well I hit some weed
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Cut school, make 10 G’s
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13, tryina get ki
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At 15 I was full grown
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Get wrong, get bust on
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My uncle gave me a bunch of work and that shit was gone by the next morning
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Yo white nigga running with me
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Homicide, want nothing at all
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Dead bodies, was nothing to see
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That pistol play with jet fun at all
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I was 19 with 2 felonies, one of my best friends had a life sentence
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Had my uncle Fred, just like me
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He had a bunch of problems, no longer living
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All about that cocaine deal
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And no education, no pot to piss in
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Old school on chrome wheel
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Window tinted, pistol hidden
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That the shit that I come from
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In my heart fear ain’t none
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Stand tall, I can’t run
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From this wild side that I walk on
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Smoking weed, lighting kroll
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Only thing I’ve ever known is walk on the wild side
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Welcome to our life
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Springing ki’s, springing K’s
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Every day we’re getting paid to walk on the wild side
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Welcome to our life
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All I ever did was pit on
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All my old friends tryina get on
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Shorty fall out making these songs
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Ever talk down when I get home
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Niggas, type of niggas you can shit on
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Unexposed, brick chrome
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Got body, big bones, that’s hard body Jim Jones
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Niggas other side, how we switch on em
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Finna ride like when the tip’s on
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Finna make a toast, nigga tip home
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First get the bread then you get going
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On the land of the LAT where they spit chrome
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Where most kids don’t get to live long
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If they pissed off get pissed on
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Pistol whip and strip homie
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Left for a minute and they switched on me
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Caught em talking down turned a bitch on me
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And they snitch on me, they got shit on me
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So my guess is death is what they wish on me
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You’re blowing on the candles, those liz and dark eyes
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Cuz they snap up part time when you on that wild side
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Smoking weed, lighting kroll
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Only thing I’ve ever known is walk on the wild side
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Welcome to our life
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Springing ki’s, springing K’s
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Every day we’re getting paid to walk on the wild side
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Welcome to our life
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Wildside
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| T.I. |
