Liz Claiborne Lyrics

I'm never struggling anymore

(You bitches not real)

(That's how we do)

I'm never struggling anymore

(Not real, you bitches not real)

(Fake)

I'm never struggling anymore

(Check check)

(That's how we do it)

For my homeboys in the projects

No holidays hustle take no breaks

No jets we working all year

Drug zone as would say Bo Jay

Down in the one eight six we raising raw gems

Stick up kids on the streets corners

Quarter pounder with cheese for dinner

No more Corleone in three quarter

He said my outfit's 3 hundreds

Man you fourty short

Celine Items I just got me four

These VIM's all you can afford to cop

Fiends need more to snort

My plugs more into hash bringing it from souths shores

It's 186 for sure

Pay what you owe

We know you hide in the nine five

If you're too long to find we're in your mama home

I'm the lamb on the rice, green lemon with Ice in the tequila

Rats run, cats got the gats the Deringers

Crocodile sweater my bitch rocking calf leather

I'd rather crack a smile and rack a ton

Than waste my time sipping bad liquor

Homies ruining their lives turnin black livers

Shorties running ´round crimes

Like doing time don't makes your mind bitter

I'm in the Kapadoce eating my hadana algerian sauce

These fools incapables

Don't think that if you fucked with me once

You won't get clapped for dos

Staying an underdog, this shit's impossible

(Impossible)

Strictly for those who knows

More money more problems

Then I'm not deep in shit enough

You touch my fam be sure we'll slit your clique in half

Shoot you in the head game's kicking off

(Game's kicking off)

I'm using my mind words changing clay forms

These fools be taking years for shit

If this pays off

I'm done that's all I ever did care for

Therefore mama be rocking Phoebe Philo

And Liz Claiborne

I'm never struggling anymore

(You not real)

(That's how we do it)

I'm never struggling anymore

(You bitches not real)

(That's how we do)

I'm never struggling anymore

(You're not real)

(That's how we do)

I'm never struggling anymore

(You bitches not real)

(You're nobody)

Hey come over here kid

Learn something

You never know

you might have to cook for twenty guys someday

You see

you start out with a little bit of oil

Then you fry some garlic

Then you throw in some tomatoes

tomato paste you fry it

you make sure it doesn't stick

You get it to a boil

You shove in all your sausage

And your meatballs

And a little bit of wine

And a little bit of sugar

And that's my trick