Life 2X Lyrics

With that S on your chest, see how far we get

All you niggas talkin' shit, come and get your ass

Yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah

With that S on your chest, see how far we get

All you niggas talkin' shit, come and get your ass

Back to the muthafuckin' paper, I'm back to the muthafuckin' basics

Back to the muthafuckin' bank, then back to the hood, I gotta go round the bases

Keep the squares up out of my circle, cuz these lil' niggas be handin' out cases

I got my agility outta the streets, from dodgin' the feds, it make me evasive

Yeah, she say, Don, you lit, I know it

I got some racks, but I won't show it

Worsome ho, make me annoyed

Bitch, I'm winnin', cross the board

Coast to coast, Atlantic Shores

Shoppin racks, designer stores

Smoke so much dope, I might grow it

She say, Don, you lit, I know it

Yeah, got this shit outta the mud, this shit had a price

Lost a lot of this shit in the streets, lil' nigga, I damn near lost my life

Outside all day, just gettin this pape, cramped up my hand, countin' up all night

If you not bout gettin' paper, bitch, then mama on you is not my type

Diamonds in my chain, got racks on ice

Gamble this shit, had to roll them dice

Bitch name Sue Young, she love fried rice

It's Don, lil' bitch, I ain't never been nice

He taxin niggas, fuck his price

We was broke as fuck, we ain't had no lights

Got some monyun, yeah, this shit changed my life

Now I'm livin' this shit like I lived it twice