Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We Live This , by - DJ EFNRelease date: 18.02.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We Live This |
| Shoulda see how my niggas stood up |
| With the foot up as we lean back on the recline |
| Get in line or you could fall behind |
| What you know about the family grind? |
| What you know about living a lie? |
| All the ladies in the house love the way we pop the nine |
| Step your hood up (step your hood up) |
| You in the hood, better step your hood up (step your hood up) |
| Step your hood up, you in the hood, better step your hood up |
| Brush your guns up, tie that hood up |
| We gon make it through no matter what |
| Put the paint in the handle or rip the dutch |
| Mixed with the club life, we never gonna give it up |
| Suit it up, I know tricks in the hood that love to strip it up |
| Peace to all of my real hood niggas that never switch it up |
| Still lickin up, feel the fight and the pain like we don’t give a fuck |
| Yeah, I’m trying to move units like them cats sell Hondas |
| Stay hella papered like I’m Willy Wonka |
| And get contracts, go sell for sponsers |
| Show them how I ??? |
| like Hotel Rwanda |
| A nigga hella proper and I’m nobody’s property |
| The way I do my thang, I’m a hella comoddity |
| I gotta keep my habits, fast money and robbery |
| Well maybe not the other, cus the money is blocking me |
| Cus if I got locked I can’t spread like containment chambers |
| But my music’s needed like AIDS awareness |
| Stop what you’re doing cus your aim is careless |
| You’re pissing me off, I don’t just aim to scare shit |
| I aim to bleed, I aim to please |
| So if the people don’t like to your name is dead on the streets |
| Nigga you gets none like celibacy |
| And you ain’t shit like weed with the stems and the seeds |
| You better have your a game on if you fucking with me |
| I’m unpredictable, most niggas can’t call it with g |
| I got lyrics in abundance, crawling out of the dungeon |
| Lunging for the funds, when I’m done, you won’t function |
| Catch me on the grind, if not, you won’t see me |
| I’m surreal, you know the deal, my life is for the tv |
| Drug addicts addicted, fights right out my window |
| Fuck talk, I’m trying to raise my stock for my kinfolks |
| Victim of reality, scrambling to make a salary |
| Shit I deal with a fucking mentality |
| On daily basis, all the changing faces |
| I move once again, tired of changing places |
| Dog I’m ready to settle, but never for less |
| So every rapper I see got a target up on their chest |
| I call the out of style, buck the fuck wild |
| In this race to the finish, there’s probably an extra mile |