Street Life

[Joe Blow] Catch me out in Hollywood in my LA fitted Can shoot with my left, but can't make a lay up with it Surprised I keep skippin' death with the way I'm livin' Hope my final destination ain't the way I visioned In this rap I'm DaVinci how I paint my pictures Do it for the real niggas, cuz they say they listen Ask who the dopest out, bet my name get mentioned So for the Freshmen Top 10, how I ain't get listed Suckas killed my cousin, shit'll never be good Got some niggas on Death Row ain't never meeting Suge Don't think I'm with the shit go on slide through my hood And I love Ant Rich for holdin' down this 3rd boog You know, it's just some real nigga shit When I was young I remember I use to steal niggas kicks Got a little older and started stealin' niggas whips Then my cuddy put me on and I started dealin' bricks [Chorus] I live the street life, shit I'm out here duckin' 3 strikes Four-fifth extended clip in my Levi's Kissin' on my brick now, I don't need sprite And on a bitch stackin' chips like 3 times [x2] [Joe Blow] You see my sweater and my beanie I'm in CBC I break my bitch for ever dollar and her EBT I got street-smarts but couldn't pass a GED Shout out the real like .38 special LEP .357 bulky has some Double D's Lil brody a parolee, he still roll with a machine Life been a nightmare, but I hope it's just a dream In the bay I'm Lebron James, niggas know me as a king And I stay a player, cuz it ain't nothin' but a game Any bitch that play that hard card, I cut it with a spade Diamonds on in the club, and I got in with my thang And I'm on so many drugs I'm about to go insane Come slidin' through my home base, and ya ain't safe It's so much I wan't to, but I know I can't say And my daughter know I want to, but I can't stay Gotta get it so we can get out of here one day [Chorus] I live the street life, shit I'm out here duckin' 3 strikes Four-fifth extended clip in my Levi's Kissin' on my brick now, I don't need sprite And on a bitch stackin' chips like 3 times [x2] [Joe Blow] I'm from the O where it really goes down You can ask Lil Monie, I was 40 toes-down I know you keep your .40, AR, and .50 cal But it's only one question, do you have it on you now? Lil bruh stressed, lookin' older than me Been having troubles tryna breathe, and I know it's the lean All these niggas screaming MOB, don't even know what it mean My other brother, shout out Lil D Free T-Wayne, and rest in peace to Killa Keys Got a real pretty lil bitch, fuck Lil B Rest in peace to Pretty Black, you know cuddy was a beast I been sippin' on this Act tryin' not to fall asleep And I don't talk about it, I just let the money speak With this rifle I can hit ya from about a hundred feet Leanin' like the Eiffel Tower pourin' up another 3 You can search the whole world and never find another me [Chorus] I live the street life, shit I'm out here duckin' 3 strikes Four-fifth extended clip in my Levi's Kissin' on my brick now, I don't need sprite And on a bitch stackin' chips like 3 times [x2]