The Life

Yeah! It’s young Khalifa man, Currensy the hot spitta
Look in the mirror man ask yourself one thing hahahaha
How Fly yeahhh
Foot on the gas, I’m fast living picture me I ain’t have no pot to piss in
Now I’m checking bags cheif and hash with politicans helicopter pads some hoes
To get to know and hella zags, no tagss. I ain’t one to brag but if you ain’t
trying to hear
About the money drugs and women then I ain’t one to asskkk. Smoke so much that
I’m
Going brain dead Hoes mad at me cause my phone off until my plane land.
I tell her
Whoa… slow down baby the spitta with me it’s enough to go round lady,
you drive by
I give her wings redbull and Jim buckets of a couple paper planes broadcasting
my
Name over internet airwaves bitches hear me on twitter put my music on there
Myspace pagess. yeah! if you smoke then roll up and play this me and hot spitta
Come where the planes is
She said she wants to sip clicquot on my living room floor smoke weed hang with
Other famous people I know gain access to exculsive places I go lavesh and
dangerous
Is the life I chose, but I wouldn’t change it for nothing Sex, money and drugs
wrong way
Sports cars and luggage better to be somebody for one day then to be a nobody
for your
Whole life so fuck it! yeah get the cork out the bottle put the purp in the
easy wider
Spitta in the house, hide your lighters I take em, a case I mistake them
indented in
My bed for I could’ntswore I brought this one in with me in the cinnamion
interior 9 10 to
Early 80's buy chevy with a great engine. high jacking your women you left her
Unattened Dr. jackle and Mr. Fly when I’m on that liqour the way of the samarui
I got my chi centered sharp as blades these bars I lay forever the player and
Never played I slay them bitches I never save, bomb ass trees they get blazed
Palm trees we use them for the shade, What else can I say I got it made
Like I had it built taylor gang or get killed. Yeah!