Lifestyle

Intro:
The roaring crowds
The awards
The fame
The fortune

Chorus:
Co-stars, dope cars, all logos on
Nah, that ain't me
(No, no, no)
Fast food I chew
So no past due bills, you feel me?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Paparazzi got me stopping
My Bugatti is too outlandish
For you to believe cause I lead
The lifestyle of the broke and average

Verse 1:
Man, it ain't so hard to get like me
I'm just your average joe whose taste may be your cup of tea
I wake up in the morning without enough sleep
Since I'm still keeping this hobby with my J-O-B
Got chores for me to check off, take care of the pet dog
Now we added a kitten for another chore to fit in
It's all good since I'm crashing with the fam
Though I barely get to see them since they're scheduled in the AM
The PM's you'll see him grinding for the A&F
So DMs, won't see them; I'm working just to pay my debts
Went to school for a field ain't fit for
I'm better as a student, but that choice made me piss poor
So it's check to check; pay the loan or eat bologn'
Or forego it for the drive thrus, movies, and songs
I make the choice about every two weeks
And I still choose this life over killing loose leafs with

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Verse 2:
So you can get like me
Let me give the scenario like I'm Phife D
Cause even though I R.I.P. these beats
I can't rest in peace without a cutie's I.P
Well, at least her digits, twitter, IG, or email
But she bails soon as she notices I do retail
It's like she sees a devil in that detail
She's says, "See you, wouldn't want to be your partner for your cheap thrills!"
So one's the only number that I ever do
When it's time, I know my God knows who to send her to
But for now, I'm at Panera eating You Pick 2's
In the mall where girls take breaks from buying their new shoes
Back to work as I walk the hall to H.Co
Eight more 8's go by, should I say "Ayo!"
I make the choice every day of the week
And I still choose this life over celebrity with

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Verse 3:
Don't want to get like me
I don't even make the checks that can afford Nikes
And splurging is seeing movies after matinee fees
Then buying some ramen noodles for a bite to eat
Swerve in my Infiniti that's in its late teens
Curbs in my vicinity have met its 18s
That's when the engine's working and a new battery
They tell me that it has character, but I don't find it flattering
Make it to work, though; bosses like the ethic
Pops wishing the house workload would see more of that effort
I get it; apply it for a while and lazy
Then others just see my talent and assume that I'm crazy
You rap and sing and dance and more, so why are you wasting
Time slaving for a meal and the rest for bill payments?
Why choose to get paid every two weeks?
Cause if I chose the fast life, I know that I could lose me to

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