C’est La Vie

[Chorus]

Mmm
C’est la vie
I got money, I got weed
I got women with different circumferences in the circle, eying me
Lil’ me, huge fish in a shallow pond
A little deep, superficial with the tendencies
I can’t blame any enemy
That’s the inner me

[Verse 1]

Yea
You get you what you give huh?, I got what I took
Live and I learn, end of the story, I might write my own book
If it make money, then niggas’ll flip it and skrt off like a crook
Castle of sands designed to the tee, just for a look
Whoa
High fashion, high priced fakin’, extensions for the ego
Hats for the cappin’, IG snappin’, real life lackin’
You hate to see it
Blind eyes leading wise guys to dry soil, back snappin’ from the pressure of the world view
Perverts in the purview, like the president
45 stationed by the gut
Hollow tip breakfast, dinner, lunch
Discount for the payload, full clip beat like Sango
Might do it for the pesos
Really only if the pace slow
Or the grace low
If God forgive why the saints don’t
The realest niggas fade in plain clothes

[Chorus]

Mmm
C’est la vie
I got money, I got weed
I got women with different circumferences in the circle, eying me
Lil’ me, huge fish in a shallow pond
A little deep, superficial with the tendencies
I can’t blame any enemies
That’s the inner me

C’est la vie
I got money, I got weed
I got women with different circumferences in the circle, eying me
Lil’ me, huge fish in a shallow pond
A little deep, superficial with the tendencies
Yea, yea

[Verse 2]

You can’t have my number, I don’t want yours either
I’ve got this icebox ma’am, I left my care in freezers
All you niggas who beggin’ I don’t fuck with y’all either
I was so focused on people, that I forsook my cathedral
They say your temple’s your body and I been workin’ it out
They play my song at a party, then she start twerkin’ it out
My name just roll off the tongue, you got my words in your mouth
So spread a lyric like virus, I want more titles than Tiger
Look
We in back of the woods rollin’, all of us smacked here
If that’s clear, my head’s not, I will smith, the dead shot
I came from the gutter gutter, where Nicki got her bed rocked
And got a lil twisted off the ganja and the mack mayne
Is pimpin, pimpin’, relentless whippin’ like I’m Abe Lincoln
The chains colder than natives during the winter solstice
I keep my chakras open, and I ain’t never voting for no politician that gave their soul up
The system hoe’d us

[Chorus]

Mmm
C’est la vie
I got money, I got weed
I got women with different circumferences in the circle, eying me
Lil’ me, huge fish in a shallow pond
A little deep, superficial with the tendencies
I can’t blame any enemies
That’s the inner me

C’est la vie
I got money trees, I got weed
I got women with different circumferences in the circle, eying me
Lil’ me, huge fish in a shallow pond
A little deep, superficial with the tendencies
Yea
Whoa