The Life I Live

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP Productions
Hah!
Hah!
JP on the beat
This life I live!
Mixtape coming soon!
Gang!
How you gon' live my life?
Nigga you ain't in my shoes
You niggas know I'm on them blocks
You niggas know I'm ducking them shots (They [?])
Hah!
Hah!
[?]
Hah!
[?] it's a massacre

[Verse 1: Prince Dre]
Niggas talking like they hard, they ain’t hard, them pussies soft
Let him disrespect the squad, guaranteed we knock him off
Chopper make him somersault, semis make him backflip
Make a goofy cartwheel when we hear that mac spit
Oh yeah I love this rap shit but I ain’t with the acting
Tell my life, it’s like a movie, everything is facts bitch
A thousand what I’m taxing, I need some meals up on my plate
And I’m always riding dirty, keep the steel up on my waist
Taking chances for a case but I can’t let them take me out
They claim they real, they really fake, they just be talking out the mouth
I want the bands and fuck the clout, fame can’t buy a nigga a house
I want a crib where I can chill without the roaches and the mouse
Get mama a crib up on the hill so I ain’t gotta hear her mouth
Been in the projects for some years [?] ragged house
She wish I’d took another route but I’m in love with my hood
I ain’t ducking from no action, everyday I’m in the hood
Me and my niggas we strapped, gotta chase that sack
I need that bag, O’Block on the map
Them shorties gon’ clap, [can’t get caught in that jail/[?] jam]
Them niggas know me, yeah who I be
Prince Dre yeah I’m the man on the block every night
Yeah I got that pipe
On the drive where I stand, 30 shots in them Glocks
Slide down on opps
Leave they ass where he stand, all I know is head shots
Face shot, head shot, knock him back [?]
Put a hole in his chest, now I’m on to the next
[?], young nigga can't stress
So I need me a vest, she real nice with the head
Toting semis and tecs, 50 shots in them Macs
Lots of shells for they ass, they say I’m up next
So might write me a check [?]
They swear I go hard because [?]
Why they take my mans?
Why they took Etho, Chris, Money and Odee
Go hard for my mans

[Interlude]
Hah!
I ain't done!
I told y'all, this is just the beginning
Hah!
Hah!

[Verse 2: Prince Dre]
Got introduced to the streets and I’m in love with this shit
Them people say they want peace but ain’t no love up in this shit
In 7th grade I made a change, I fell in love with them clips
I'd seen a nickel hold a drum, I fell in love with that there
Shooters up and down the strip, let a nigga send his shot
And if [?] big bro’nem yeah they be trapping
Shorties standing in them cuts, we just be waiting for some action
Nickel on me and it’s tucked, keep the heat while up in traffic
Sliding down up on them blocks, clear the scene and left a tragedy
Shorties wildin' shooting Glocks, them old heads call them savages
Catch a nigga from the opps, best believe them shorties clapping
Ain’t no ambulance or docs, DOA, them people bag him
Mama screaming Lord God, she should have prayed before she had him
Catch a nigga from the opps best believe them shorties clapping
Ain’t no ambulance or docs, DOA, the people bag him
Mama screaming Lord God, she should have prayed before she had him

[Outro]
We out here
We ain't ducking no action
I'm in the field every fucking day
Hah!
From the 4 to the 6
On the drive where I'm at
Gang!
O'Block, O'Block!