Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live, artist - Mozzy. Album song Fake Famous, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Mozzy
Song language: English
Live |
My life, my life, my life, my life |
This shit trife, ten a farm and hit you on dice |
Shit slurmy in my trenches, get stripped for your ice |
Shit slimy in my trenches, they hit you on sight |
You hear the rounds, lay it down, that was every night |
No lie, in junior high had to carry pipe |
You hear the rounds, lay it down, that was every night |
No lie, in junior high had to carry pipe |
The ringtone on the forty sound like Barry White |
Don’t let the sucker side, they don’t ever slide |
Don’t let the sucker side, they don’t ever slide |
They put like twenty on my head, ask 'em to tell you why |
They got a hole on my nigga, it’s built hella high |
Mama put mi casa up for hella time |
They got a hole on my nigga, it’s built hella high |
Mama put mi casa up for hella time |
My life ain’t nothin' like how you live (how you live nigga) |
My life ain’t nothin' like how you live (that's on my kids nigga) |
I gotta ride around with the SIG, yeah (hey with my stick on me) |
I been gettin' into it with my bitch, yeah (with my bitch homie) |
My life ain’t nothin' like how you live (that's on my kids nigga) |
My life ain’t nothin' like how you live (G-O-D nigga) |
You don’t provide for none of your kids, then (uh-huh) |
You don’t really live how I live |
My life ain’t nothin' like how you live |
Check the picture, same symbols, been doin' this since a kid |
You won’t slither for your brother but you’ll trip for that bitch |
You wasn’t there, I ain’t see you when we was takin' them trips |
Get into it with the bitch, she kinda hate I’m the nig |
Hate the way that I live, I gotta ride with the stick |
Gotta stay alive, a nigga gotta provide for my kid |
Barely see her 'cause I’m working and she don’t stay where I live |
Free me niggas in pens, feds whackin' the clique |
Suspect in red down and rarely ask me for shit |
Collect calls from the pen, I been feeding my niggas |
He said he been goin' crazy, he ain’t seein' his kids |
Free my bro, I’ll probably never get to see him again |
My other brother like a motherfucker, deeper than friends |
We was out of town trappin', had to sleep in the Benz |
Just a regular real nigga, I don’t live how you live nigga |
My life ain’t nothin' like how you live (how you live nigga) |
My life ain’t nothin' like how you live (that's on my kids nigga) |
I gotta ride around with the SIG, yeah (hey with my stick on me) |
I been gettin' into it with my bitch, yeah (with my bitch homie) |
My life ain’t nothin' like how you live (that's on my kids nigga) |
My life ain’t nothin' like how you live (G-O-D nigga) |
You don’t provide for none of your kids, then (uh-huh) |
You don’t really live how I live |
My life trife, gotta get it how I live |
You don’t really how I live |
Gotta watch what you say around niggas that be the pigs |
Just the other day I got into it with the bitch |
Flippin' through these dead mans got these niggas sick |
I’m in love with the streets, I got engaged to the strip |
It’s a load in the rental every time I take a trip |
Been in the jungle with pits and auntie searching for itch |
Tryna dodge the pitch, when they come they gon' hit |
I got five on the shooter, press play, he gon' clip you |
Bulletproof, you ain’t felt the pain that I been through |
Body bag funeral, shit fuck up your mental |
I’ll never change for the fame, this what I’m in to |
You ain’t never sinned for my nigs, I don’t feel you |
Been puttin' niggas on since a youngin and I still do it |
Still in the struggle maintainin', but I’m gettin' through it |
My life ain’t nothin' like how you live (how you live nigga) |
My life ain’t nothin' like how you live (that's on my kids nigga) |
I gotta ride around with the SIG, yeah (hey with my stick on me) |
I been gettin' into it with my bitch, yeah (with my bitch homie) |
My life ain’t nothin' like how you live (that's on my kids nigga) |
My life ain’t nothin' like how you live (G-O-D nigga) |
You don’t provide for none of your kids, then (uh-huh) |
You don’t really live how I live |