living largely ft. IDKace & MIDNIGHT MXNTE Lyrics

I came a long way from being broke

Now I serve fiends on the side for the low

Keep it a ziplock that's code

Sell to your mans p and I got two phones

You can't say shit, you don't know

I took my bitch on a boat

I don't got homies got bros

Shoutout to Mali, we rocking these shows

I took her out on a date, back to the crib, we was out at the party

I swear my baby don't play, I seen her rip through more gas than Bob Marley

After I sipped a few drinks, she asked you drunk, and I told her hardly

I had to sip a few drinks, in the crib slumped, I'm off the Bacardi

I had the drink in my flask, off of the liquor and it's brown like Charlie

She a lil freak, she wanna shoot a film, like Freddie and Carly

I put her in a new whip, I'm with my baby and we living largely

Roll with the green, and Ima pack that shit, Vincent Lombardi

Praising God for all he's given me

And I pray he's forgiven me

For my demonic activity

Met him and still see him vividly

Ascending off to new heights

Found answers from lonely nights

Matured enough to admit

That you was wrong and I was right

She wanna live like Kylie

Get on the 'Gram she bouta start wylin

I keep that shit right beside me, swerving through traffic I stay in the IE

I just popped 3 white caps, now she calling me back bouta fuck up my psyche

Now the devil in the back tryna tell me I need a lil chain and a timepiece

Yeah, I had to go cop it boy, you know wassup

I told her I'm high off that strain called love

And a bottle and a couple drugs

But that girl a model she pushin' it up

I had to put her in a new Bentley truck (yeah)

Anyone hatin' on me, tryna take it from me, couldn't even give one fuck

Working hard I think I earned a lil night out

With a bad bitch smoking on white owls

Got to her crib and she turned all the lights out

Beat that shit up but we didn't fight

Fuck a check man I'm feelin' like Mike

Blunt in the left hand and the right

Check on the cup man it ain't Sprite

It cost you a buck ten or your life

Cost you a buck ten or a FN to the mother fuckin dome

Not no groupie, I be chillin at her crib at home

Make a movie with your bitch and I bet she gone moan

And when I'm done, you have her back, yeah you can take her home

Real Sith lord

I got the game in a mufuckin choke

I'm finna rap til they mufuckin know

I pull a strap on your mufuckin hoe

I used to steal from that mufuckin store

I fuck on that bitch from the bed to the floor

I could jump out from a mountain and into the ocean, I'm still finna mufuckin float

All black coat

And these mufuckas wanna talk but they all broke

Get to the money, I need me some more

That bit' wanna smoke

But I know she can't handle shit, she gon' choke

Been through this before (yeah)

Running this shit 'til my shoes fall off (yeah)

I'm feeling good, I need me some dro