Boss Tone

Boss Tone - Live My Life lyrics

rate me

I showed up, we showed out

Niggas toss sheets,

But never put no dough out,

Fuck what niggas know about!

Running in the house and taking money and they dope out

Then in two weeks, say, “look, I gotta scope out!”

Fly statue, no wow

.. that come out, translation need fast.

Jumped out the whip, cause the eagle is touched down

Fiends were dancing when they score like a touchdown.

The table is the brick, I’mma travel from bus down

Telling .. who used to sell to us now.

I like to blow and cook, clouds are joining my mind

I get the money now when I used to be starved.

... stupid ill-view and ridiculous garments.

Sitting back, glancing at my little wrist

Career niggas got smacked for me to... like this!

Hook:

Hey, you wanna live my life, nigga

First you gotta earn those stripes, nigga

Sit back, I don’t know this bread

If you’re fucking with the mob, put a price in your head, nigga.

You wanna live my life, nigga

First you gotta earn them stripes, niggas

Sitting back, balling all these trees

Them niggas wanna live like me, yeah!

Real talk, though!

It’s a jungle right here

Straight out, you feel me?

Not one way, I don’t fly like a bugged eagle

The mild high-club, first class, kick your feet up!

30000 miles above to the next level

Fragile and narcotic charters out of B7.

My lawyer showed regression, power professionals

Power house is built of a product, put you on, stopping on

You was hating like I’m a nigga who ain’t about nothing

I yell,”fuck them!”

You ain’t my nigga, you ain’t nothing!

Pick ham butter, push the break, we start from the bottom

.. flake, or they’re coming

I order by the hundreds, trying to triple numbers

Them niggas who was tripping, they make it to summer.

Designer thug, old fabrics, the new fashion

Your new plug, you were called away from a 20 package.

Our life a movie, you ain’t got enough film, foe

White squares, mic check, smooth criminals.

Hook:

Hey, you wanna live my life, nigga

First you gotta earn those stripes, nigga

Sit back, I don’t know this bread

If you’re fucking with the mob, put a price in your head, nigga.

You wanna live my life, nigga

First you gotta earn them stripes, niggas

Sitting back, balling all these trees

Them niggas wanna live like me, yeah!

Real talk, though!

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