Troy Ave - Lost Boyz lyrics

rate me

Feat. 2 Chainz

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Lifestyles of the rich and shameless

Some people get to change, some go changeless

Some worry bout the name, wanna be famous

Some end up with they brain blown off by the stainless

Through the TV and I’m like yo ain’t shit on

It’s me and Pac, should be a little long hair thick joint

It’s all before I stroke er, she workin on my shoulders

But on a side note, what the fuck is maybe soda?

And see my nigger since we made a trade for them gats

I caught a body with his shit, I hope he don’t want it back

Fronting ass nigger deserved it, please don’t judge, you ain’t perfect

I hold court in the street and murder was the verdict

Jewelry on, baby girl mine is my ice

And it’s my birthday, I did 25, now life remains

I sip the pain and twist the Jane

Hit the flame, I just want the money, fuck the fame

Be ashamed that they said Troy Ave that nigga

And my bank account sayin I got low ass figures

I am highly motivated by these broke ass niggas

Any funny moves, know I blow smoke, yea niggas

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My partner through the decade, my codename Jeffey

Plus I’m known to whip it like Kunta Kente

I’m for my side bitch so imagine what my lady got

Used a Maybach like the Marriott

Brought her for her clothes Holmes

Used her for her jewelry box and chain spot

Just order shrimp, fried rice straight out the chain spot

Organized crime, if it was a team I’d be on the starter 5, sipping lean with my guys

Having the same cocaine nightmares

I wear jewelry like Nikes, brick look like iPads

Menace to society, get something new although

Tight cash, they think all I do is turn up songs

You know my lifestyle, easy come, easy go

The Panamera cleaners and a bar of soap

I stay level headed with a Giuseppe fetish

Guess it’s hereditary because my dad was a felon

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