Lifestyle

[Verse 1: Sick Jacken]
We do it dirty, like our girls young and pretty
If the ball it makes it more worthy
If I make it to see past thirty
I'll still be drinking and burning
Fucking it up homie we ain't learning
Living it daily, failing piss tests that my P.O. gave me
Don't look for reasons dog there's no explaining
It may sound crazy but it's routine
Daily with new team
Sicksiders who bring the streets and how we do things
No nine to five, strictly hustle's how we survive
Corner hot spot nickle and dimers keep you supplied
We smoke LA just to get by keep a dry eye
Fuck it why lie I toke up just to get high
We right if the avenue's ours, if not
Spark heaters lapped, dogs bark sick and lick shots
End up in a box six feet but life don't stop
We still do it 'til the wheels falls of or 'til we drop

[Hook]
I don't go by what no one is doing
I make my own rules
Don't follow yours, stand on my own two
I got my own thing, so you got to deal with it

[Verse 2: Sick Jacken]
We stay hungry, the streets love me
Trust me
They taught me things no one could take from me
There's nothing funny when it's business and money dummy
Catch yourself running out of time
I'm feeling one coming
Always stunning wether it's in the deuce or foot loose
Shoes always clean deusched up and walk with l lean
Talk with a gleam my eyes seen and done everything
We seem to do these broads right
We got'em stalking the tean
Hawking the cream but they only get it if they act right
If last night wasn't tight you get no cash prize
If it smells real funky like it's flashlight
Throw her in the shower make her scrub the cat right
We don't put up with none of this drama
I'm 'a tell you right now we're all about the goodtimes
Don't push mine 'cause kush minds
Are planning out these 'hood crimes
A crook lies deep beneath these rarely understood minds

[Hook]
I don't go by what no one is doing
I make my own rules
Don't follow yours, stand on my own two
I got my own thing, so you got to deal with it

[Verse 3: Sick Jacken]
We see bad times but who doesn't
Good time lovin'
We're ghetto folk but got class cousin
Glass, dust and snort, smoke, dip or just guzzling
Got us buzing everyday dog it ain't nothing
Streets bubbling gossip stay floating can't trust it
All my homeboys doing dirt just keep getting busted
Bussed in the goose to country then dressed in the blues
Yes we could choose but for what we're expected to lose
Breaking the rules
Some of us decked in the jewels
I prefer to be D.L. perfecting my moves
Around here it's kind of hard homie step in my shoes
Trying to do it right without disrespecting these fools
Still
This is my lifestyle I'll tell you right now
Do what I do homie only 'cause it's my style
Don't think it's nice now just 'cause I might smile
This is my life and I'm a live it 'til it's lights out

[Hook]
I don't go by what no one is doing
I make my own rules
Don't follow yours, stand on my own two
I got my own thing, so you got to deal with it