Rockie Fresh - Life Long Lyrics
[Intro]So self-madeShout-out my Crenshaw niggasThem down-south niggasYeah…[Verse 1]I pray I never die a broke niggaTerrell Owens, owing all the dope dealersSometimes I glorify the finer thingsBecause I didn’t see them minor thingsAnd the games are known by the refsRestaurants, I’m even greeted by the chefsHangin’ with the Jews, you’ll get the meat on usBangin’ with them tools, you’ll get to see a bonusAll I wanted was a chance to celebrateWe in the belly of the beastCollect calls from GunplayI pray one day I get to see some peaceBut I’mma ride until the wheels won’tAnything Double-M I will kill forShots fired – blocka, blocka, case closedMexican numbers, talkin’ them pesos[Hook]Yeah – so many say I’m livin’ life wrongYeah – I work hard and I fight strongYoung nigga, I’m just tryna live my life longYoung nigga, I’m just tryna live my life longWork all night, party all nightCount money all night, then I smoke all nightYoung nigga, I’m just tryna live my life longYoung nigga, I’m just tryna live my life long[Verse 2]Five in the morning, I already made five stacksThem Satchel Paige diamonds, yeah, them *****es pitch blackTried to put your city on your back and that shit crackedConsider me a Caterpillar crane, gift-wrappedAbout to take the load off, lifestyle so bossI could pay your costs, all my old hoes lostBlowin’ weed while she blowin’ me, you getting’ blown offAnd I set the bar high, hopin’ you can pole-vaultI am not a rapper, just a real niggaWho accidentally be rhymin’ when speakin’ on how I feelShout-out to everybody that’s *****in’ with me for realI got that fire flow and these *****es they know the drillMy style is all natural, bars is all factualOn the verse I’mma tax you, I spin like I’m on an axelSurvivin’ even though I’m sick, Magic Johnson money shitLaughin’ to the bank, but I ain’t with that funny shit[Hook][Verse 3]I plan to live my life a rich niggaThat’s known to always keep a clip with himTalkin’ on the Bluetooth in the 6, niggaLookin’ like a Westside Crip, niggaI threw the blunt ‘cause she ain’t wrap it rightShe ain’t attracted to the passive typeShe told you “no” ‘cause you ain’t ask her rightI’m getting’ head at the traffic lightSmokin’ on the kush, that’s the average nightMoney way taller than the average height***** tryna live an average lifeBeing broke’ll make a nigga snap like a plastic knifeFresher – Mac-11 on the dresserAll I know is I’m gon’ get this shit togetherPressure – I know you heard the expressionDesperate times call for desperate measures[Hook][Outro]
