what a life.

[intro]
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(My smoking with Mario)

[Verse 1]
He was trapping in the city where they drop it low
He got a pistol to his body, never let it go
He screaming, "Fuck it", 'cause they 'bout to turn his body cold
He take a shot, he never ducking, but he body roll
Okay, let me tell you something 'bout the messy chase for clout
And how the niggas on the block always chase it, though
I know some cold killers, and I know some dope dealers
I met some gold diggers, and they gave me cold shivers
Okay, Lando use to fight with his step daddy
He finna shoot him up and pass him to his friend, Andy
He finna back it up and back again, smoking elements
In the Benz where cadaver lay in the fucking back
Comprehend, dropping to your knees when the chopper breath
Gucci bag came from overseas like the Congolese, ah
I play with my money, my revenue, bought the coupe in the red and blue, like I'm Doctor Who, aye

[Bridge]
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[Verse 2]
Focus with no Adderall, jiggy after all
Cougar queens made that money fall, 'fore they cut me off
Is a loss to a fucking king, never guaranteed
In the streets niggas catching heat, let the chopper breath
Okay, let me tell you something 'bout the boy Ali
He made a couple hunnid stacks when he sold Molly
He started bragging to the bitches and he got cocky
Then, got robbed the next day by a nigga name Mavo
Mavo used to fight with his big brother
Hoping that Mavo used to fight with the lady sister
They've been to Volcano, no room for winners, haters or beginners
So, the family always snitching, Mavo doing ten in prison
Never visit, but it all depends, stick it to the man
Got the Benz looking underdressed, tities out again
Never ends, winter breeze with the Gucci sweats
And the flex dripping harder than, than the dapper dan (My smoking with Mario)