Aladdin Rap (Lifers Anthem pt. 2)

I'm a lifer for life. gLife I'm a lifer for life. DatBoiButta on the beat When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers Throw up that L Caught a case now, I'm a cellhound with a hell bound soul Aladdin rap, cause I'm a street rat and DatBoiButtas on a roll Mountain West originator, you comin' through, you pay the toll to the troll Cause the dice sayin' little G, big life, any way that they roll It gets cold up here when you're in the frontier I keep enough food and enough bullets to last me a year And my dudes all do the same, must be a regional thing Caution, we'll fight over your remains like you're the last of our beer By the blood of the deer under the light of the moon pearl By the spirit of the Irish wolfhound and the heart of the Alpha Squirrel I do hereby solemnly swear to protect the innocent of the world Every tree with leaves and every animal with fur They're all mine, it's a space time continuum, it's fiction If you're listening, the artist's depiction of heaven and hell is what we're living in today So when you see me around the way, you say hey And throw up them L's like we're going to space, lifers When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers Throw up that L We can go twelve rounds or a hundred rounds in a drum I don't have to take things as they come, like Neo I am "the one" I'm the one with the Kung Fu moves, now I got Taekwondo too Self made and financially free, everyday with me is a booze cruise And you could choose to walk alone or you could choose to walk with me My philosophy is more of a sock their teeth than a socrates So don't be awkwardly posturing up to my posse please There's a lot of holes in these mountains, bodies covered with moss and leaves I be tossing trees by the pound when the bills come due I may be gone till November but when I come back I got the loot I grew up with nothing but pot pushers and that's the truth I served on corners and spit in jail cells before the truth I drank vermouth without the gin, a psycho on the loose Akin to a joker or a riddler but with no clue No dimes and no nickels, just my woes and my crew Of true blue lifers, my loyalties to you When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers Throw up that L When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers Throw up that L When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers When you see me better throw up that L, Lifers Throw up that L