LYL Lyrics

I'm too real cause the feeling is make-believe Born as a seed to be all that I can be

Watchin' for the D's, workin' up they sleeve You cross me, you fold with O's, life's a machine

I know what this life ahead of me just might be I probably, IE, be in the penitentiary

When the feds around my way, I'm tryin' to get notes

Hustlers, they hit the dealers, where it hurts the most

Cage your wares up, take how much it cost Drop your body to a chair, bring a ring like toast

Niggas think the streets still a prisoner of the street

Never draw heat, unless a rat nigga speak

And my wife never let the devil haunt my past

I gave me a piece of last, but still leave a planet in the grass

Send a block and nigga throw his ass in the ocean

Know his mama's runnin' in the sea of emotion

I just wanna kick back, and enjoy my life You wanna be a big cat, and learn to stretch

Let's all erase our backs, bash ourselves I'm all about that click-clack, you could lose your life

Why do some niggas hate, when they don't know what's between your waist

So if you fake, I'ma get you what you askin' for

Then turn you into a cash withdrawal

Talkin' to chicks that you with, then lick blood from they lips off the pistol whip

Most of the time, they don't even bust Talkin' shit, then end up gettin' touched

So when I'm chillin', don't fuck with the vibe

Cause I'ma make you, tuck in your pride Better hope I'm feelin' sincere

Meaning, you gon' see a dentist for some luminescence

You can be off a pill, or off the ill, or the drinks

Cause I'ma be off the stick, not reserved, call him Wesley Smith

He got 15 bars, that'll let me spit

I just wanna kick back, and enjoy my life You wanna be a big cat, and learn to stretch

And I tolerate setbacks, that's just it I'm all about the click-clack, you could lose your life

You could lose your life You could lose your life

You could lose your life You could lose, you could lose

You could lose your life