This is My Life

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This is My Life 歌詞

It be the raw rhyme spitterm, no glitter with no glam
I can still turn out your whole jam
Its nothin but fam up in the spot, *****, ready or not
And if you wanna see us play, put a buck in the slot
We got dangerous plots
Schemes and big dreams, big money themes
I need just to feed my seed
No greed involved, but I still stand tall
Be spendin yo time up at the goddamn mall
Doin things that dont mean *****t
Still lookin for tail, Im lookin for my checks in the mail
Without fail we bring it back to its original form
Been doin this before you young cats was born
Hated in my own backyard, what kinda logic is that?
These *****s mad cause Im bringin it fat
In fact, Im never broke, never blowin the smoke
But when Im standin in the crowd, they be knowin the quotes
Its like, how in the hell do these cats even sell?
Be spittin big words your ass cant even spell
Stars and quasars, a hundred and ten bars
Of pure rhymes, Ima tell you one last time
My rhymes elite, give me 265 feet
I might leave * ****s sprawled in the street
When you spit yours, the *****t didnt sound right
And now its because you didnt lay it down right
Cover your folks with all the chronic ***** smoke
You just found out that Ras didnt need folks
I do it myself, I keep cash at the spot
Be up in your face, whether you like Ras or not
[CHORUS]
This is my life, I gotta live it
And if you cats really
Dont know we gotta let yall feel it
Its never the same
You know we gots to maintain
We figured you out, we know your whole damn game [x2]
[VERSE 2: Planet Asia]
Yo, bon voyage, load the track as we take off
I break off with explodin facts you cant shake off
Experiment in Cali, I rep the Valley up to Central
Hoes, flows, big dough and sma***** n rentals
Cross the country like young guns bustin at you outdoors
These backpack *****s dont even know what they out for
Frontin like they dont want cash
Every since I made my first g I knew I had to make *****t last
I write rhyme for rhyme, line till my mind got elaborate
A complicated torturous arrangement on my tablet
Im hard-fisted, on some smoke-a-cigar-split *****t
Straight out the yard district, here to leave scars inflicted
On your wack-ass production, the way we freak beats is unique
You feel the heat just like a backlash or somethin
I write fast but think slow, I keep my cash wrinkled
Yo, catch me blowin grams in Amsterdam at Paradiso
Pullin notches, and not only do we rock fresh gear
But when it comes to hip-hop, we like a breath of fresh air
Like yeah, and just to let yall side-busters know
We rep the underground, but still we out to make dough
Know what Im sayin?
[CHORUS]

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  1. The Good Life
  2. Crash the Boards
  3. F*ck What You Heard
  4. Neva Forget
  5. Real Talk
  6. Up Close and Personal
  7. Intro: Behind Closed Doors
  8. Cali Agents: The Anthem
  9. How The West Was One
  10. Talking Smack
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  2. Go Ladies
  3. Cali Agents: The Anthem
  4. Faces of Death
  5. In The Zone
  6. Talking Smack
  7. Cali Nights
  8. Intro
  9. Gone with the Wind
  10. How The West Was One
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