B.G. - Livin' Legend lyrics
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Verse:1 (B.G.) I ain't nothin,' but seventeen years old Want to fullfill my dream have a million records sold But niggas hatin on me everyday and that's cold I keep my four-four and I ain't gon' let it go My money can't fold no more it's in stacks My nose is close now I see that ain't where it's at My hoes done elevated i'm on another level My wrist done elevated to rolex with the bezel I'm young but bout nice things off top Don't fuck wit' what I worked hard for cause i'll hit yo' block I ride in big bodies I sleep in big beds Always wear boks (reeboks) and bauds always gon' bust a head I'm a well-known lil' nigga On my cell phone talkin' bout six figures You get yo' dome bust on in a split second Cause I'm gonna keep my rep as a livin' legend, a livin legend (Chorus) Verse:2 What make niggas think they fuck wit raps i spit What make 'em think they can touch beats from Fresh i get What make 'em think they can compete with this hot boy clique This haterism goin on and the world makin me sick I'ma top notch baller all bout' my cheese I'm the one got yo' bitch and her girls talkin bout me B.G. name rating like a thompson fall Cruisin in my truck on the lake bazookas crumpin, dog Fresh behind me in the burb twenties blind y'all Niggas that broke lookin for hustle so they ridin fall But I got my pistol for the busters got they eye on my gucci Man I refuse to let these jackers gain a stripe off lil' duga Since twelve i been thuggin keep a frog in my mouth I had a dream off top but this rap game no doubt Don't get mad you ask yo' boo who the man and she confesson 'Dat 'Dat lil' nigga off VL is a living legend (Chorus) Verse:3 I know with my skills i'll rule the south Out bitch niggas mouth i'm sh-shoot about Niggas don't even know me want to leave BGeezy smellin It ain't my fault my tape stopped yo' shit from selling I'm tellin you fuck wit' me you'll learn yo' lesson I'm tellin you I'm all about dome checking I'm like the eclipse close yo' eye's i'll blind ya Quick to out shine ya Part of the Big Tmer$ It ain't hard to find ya if i wan' kill ya Boy, you can't hide these big heads will reveal ya Me and my ch-chopper get near ya and spill ya Bustin a head it's something i always will do I always get my chill on And when i smile sparkle wit' my grill on You get yo' dome bust on in a split second Cause i'ma keep my rep as a livin legend, livin legend (Chorus to end)
