The Life

[Verse 1 – Taylor J] Takeoverrrr I got things in mind To finally get us outside of the hole and into the lime light In my past I don’t recall doing much living with my life Them 1000s ain't nothing trust me I did that shit in my bucket What up with cake, I don’t want one hot song for money I want to eat like Jay, It’s all for take And I’ll be god damned if a nigga can’t fill a table full with four plates Get the fuck out the way, I’m one bad habit away from sending it in And I probably should be repenting already But the feeling of knowing niggas don’t get it so heavy My nigga I done seen Meek kill em already Your life, I lived it already No bullshit, nigga I done did it already From the days I had dreams of a white box Chevy A buck at Atlanta with condo balconies I got now, I ain't thinking about who comes after me Young nigga came up, got his change up Motherfucking lot of bullshit, hoes played us Niggas tried to change us The life [Hook - Meezy ] [x2] Motivated by paper Give it all up on this road If she leave I won’t chase her Shawty just like my Patron This the path that we chose This the life that we know Rosé we sip it slow Everyday we getting mo’ The Life [Verse 2 – Meezy] This that Polo Gang shit BSB, TC to NYC Motivated by paper, no respect for a hater We fucking with the blinds up cuz on top there’s no labels No, don’t do me no favors, I put myself on My heart’s made of Teflon, run through more gas than Exxon Pretty girls in my section, I’m living the life If I die and came back, I’d do the same thing twice Champagne on ice, my bad hoes play nice Polo BSB connecter, so my comeback right It be the same ones who hated right there when you make it Need a new rolex with a face lift and a GT like a space ship And these bright lights all gon pay for this, fast money, I was made for this Living on the edge so dangerous, but I want some more so I’ll take the risk [Hook] [Verse 3 – Troy Ave] Money’s my motivation, Duck me, I’m down in Asia Hungry from paper chasing, snubby for all the hating Trust me I got no patience, touch me you’ll be a patient Eat all from the heat all, point blank range, PBR Murders a conversation, it could go either way What you like April showers, we in the month of May Party at 10th June, with gold digging boozy bitches Bodies attending noon, but I’m with my goons nigga BSB murder team, BSB dope boys, BSB everything, except pussy gay broke boys Roll up and smoke choice, relax and get high I say baby I’m hustling, I’ll relax when I die Money stacks getting high, I get a buzz over that Woke up the nap with this fire, now my name buzz over rap Any buzz off crack, my cocaine come back, my flow ahead of the pack Polo gang, get them facts [Hook] [Verse 4 – Troy Ave] Sipping the Rosé with the Patron Niggas can’t fuck with us, leave lone Y’all niggas ain't in the zone We shoot two to three, go home To your maker, meet your maker Fucking haters, do me no favor