You better not fuck with me
I’m what gangster sposed to be
And you can’t fool me cause I’m from the streets
You listenin to my life on beat
I know who faker than who wanna be
Who gonna kill, who rob or steal
Now I’m hustling hard, tryina get this dough
Baby I’m filled, just time to go
I got coke, crack, weed and pitch
Get in my way, you’ll bleed for real
I’ma carry me a gun if that’s how I feel
I’m gonna pop that thang for real
Now that’s real, baby that’s real
I got it concealled,
Baby …what you gonna feel, yeah
[Hook:]
I’ve been just, I’ve been just
I’ve been just down
I’ve been just, I’ve been just
I’ve been just down
I’m bout that life, throwing it right
Pushin that knife
Baby I’m bout that life
This is how we living though we know it ain’t right
Baby I’m bout that life
Know it ain’t right, I’m slangin that white
Baby I’m about that life, life
I’ve been jailed for, a single nigga get 54 floor
Killers killing get less time for that
Mind pin ... No explaining that
I said blue heart what’s to do
School said the same, some so damn feel
Haters gonna hate but when I win
They don’t understand this shit I’ve been
I got bills, stress and ferrari dreams
Totally responsible for my team
I got the sour, evorine, oxy and vicodin
This is the shit that I’m in
[Hook:]
I’ve been just, I’ve been just
I’ve been just down
I’ve been just, I’ve been just
I’ve been just down
I’m bout that life, throwing it right
Pushin that knife
Baby I’m bout that life
This is how we living though we know it ain’t right
Baby I’m bout that life
Know it ain’t right, I’m slangin that white
Baby I’m about that life, life
I’m bout that, bout that clap you kid
Less then put the strap back
Used to move crack packs in my napsack
Playing cool g rap and abstract
I let my gun ra ta ta ta tat, then another tat
Where the fuck you at
But I don’t really care where the suckers at
Where my hoodie and my chuckers at
Where the mask and the club, cause it ain’t no love
And niggas is strappin... Shit I had enough of that
Nigga let’s get it on then
This is styles p the ghost, shawn pen
In the same category, chasin bornin
Young wolverines out dawn shit
I’m about this, I’m about that
Act like in indian, walk with a scalp pack
I’m bout that life, throwing it right
Pushin that knife
Baby I’m bout that life
This is how we living though we know it ain’t right
Baby I’m bout that life
Know it ain’t right, I’m slangin that white
Baby I’m about that life, life