Tec Or Prada

Life that I live could make or brake you yeah huh Life that I live Ohhhh Ohhh Life that I live could make or brake you Keep it real and I swear they Gon hate you You not mine I can't show you no love All this pain I'm addicted to medicine Free all the guys that still move like a veteran Don't ask me shit about shit I won't tell a man Speaking on business I'll send you to god himself Ima make sure I die in wealth Ima dada I don't like debating Bout my pride I could send you to Haiti Move in silence I don't like that loud shit Only loud that I like is exotic Keep it real bae I like when you honest When I'm up better call me your highness I'm on business no time to be childish For the gang I'ma run them rackerraides Life expensive I cannot do minimum wage I left the field to chase better things I left the field to chase better things I come from nothing that kid from the bottom Get a bag and fall back like it's autumn I don't care for the hype I don't talk to the media Get up and get it the top is the motive Ima man can't relate to the faking When you keep it real to the wrong ones they gon laugh and pretend like you hating I don't care cause I'm not with the politicking Feeling down man I don't gotta lie You could tell with one look in my eye Ima feed all the ones I call mine They don't know that our pain is unbearable We ain't have a pot to piss in mama still made it work in the kitchen I got flaws ima work till it's pinnacle Stack it up and brake bread that's my ritual From the jump we been treated like animals What I'm speaking is deeper than colors Keep it real and never switch on your brother Pain is punching Im cold like may weather I be bugging I did it again she too fine so I hit it again Feeling petty I hit at her friend BB type mean man I don't like amends If you feeling a way hope that feeling forever cause I'm focused on running up millions Stack that money so high like a celling fan All these niggas facades like jowanna man For the bag I put pain I'm the better man I'm too busy don't bring up no bullshit They know me I don't talk I'm on cool shit For that bag ima trap like Griselda do Man I grew up from nothing like residue I was down on my last with no revenue Life I live was so sick with no Thera-flu Now I'm dreaming about dripping in jimmy choos Need a bae who gone step like Moana Pure exotic the v like a sunna Feel a way better talk to your mama Get a bag ima ball like Obama Know a shorty she fine like madana They know B got the groove like a dada What you know about making a Tec look better than Prada