Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Live This, artist - DJ EFN
Date of issue: 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 |