Lyrics
Hah, hah
Don't Think That+Dmac on the ****ing track
Hah, hah, hah
Hah, This is the life, bitch, this Makavelli
Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy
Green, I get that shit like lettuce
Too much money make these mother****ers get jealous
The life of a convicted felon
These mother****ers cuttin', they talkin'
They tellin' (word, word, word)
And it's still free all my niggas
They jailin' (word, word, word)
Down the ro-o-oad
Last December,
We was sharin' clothes (clothes, clothes, clothes)
We don't love these niggas,
We share hoes (hoes, hoes)
I just kick shit on the road
With all my bros, trip 'cross the globe
These niggas sellin' they souls, no (no, no)
Man, I can't believe ya,
You gon' bite the hand that feed ya, ay (woah)
Th-thinkin' 'bout my people,
Where they when you really need 'em, ay? (No)
Made my own route and made it out,
I took the legal way (Ay)
These pistols savin' niggas
Tryna take my ****ing lead away (Aw)
I do this for my bros and my folks and my Locs (Locs)
I do this for the niggas that be kickin' down doors (I do)
I-I-I do this for the gang (gang),
What I rep, double 0 (woah)
I don't do this for the name or the fame,
It's for my folks (folks)
Will I change up? That's a no (no)
Sippin' on this lean, movin' slow (slow, slow)
Shawty head game on a roll (roll)
Her bitch is a lame and she know
This is the life, bitch, this Makavelli
Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy
Green, I get that shit like lettuce
Too much money make these mother****ers get jealous
The life of a convicted felon
These mother****ers cuttin', they talkin'
They tellin' (word, word, word)
And it's still free all my niggas
They jailin' (word, word, word)
Down the ro-o-oad
Last December,
We was sharin' clothes (clothes, clothes, clothes)
We don't love these niggas, we share hoes (hoes, hoes)
I just kick shit on the road
With all my bros, trip 'cross the globe
These niggas sellin' they souls, no (no, no)
Don't Think That+Dmac on the ****ing track
Hah, hah, hah
Hah, This is the life, bitch, this Makavelli
Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy
Green, I get that shit like lettuce
Too much money make these mother****ers get jealous
The life of a convicted felon
These mother****ers cuttin', they talkin'
They tellin' (word, word, word)
And it's still free all my niggas
They jailin' (word, word, word)
Down the ro-o-oad
Last December,
We was sharin' clothes (clothes, clothes, clothes)
We don't love these niggas,
We share hoes (hoes, hoes)
I just kick shit on the road
With all my bros, trip 'cross the globe
These niggas sellin' they souls, no (no, no)
Man, I can't believe ya,
You gon' bite the hand that feed ya, ay (woah)
Th-thinkin' 'bout my people,
Where they when you really need 'em, ay? (No)
Made my own route and made it out,
I took the legal way (Ay)
These pistols savin' niggas
Tryna take my ****ing lead away (Aw)
I do this for my bros and my folks and my Locs (Locs)
I do this for the niggas that be kickin' down doors (I do)
I-I-I do this for the gang (gang),
What I rep, double 0 (woah)
I don't do this for the name or the fame,
It's for my folks (folks)
Will I change up? That's a no (no)
Sippin' on this lean, movin' slow (slow, slow)
Shawty head game on a roll (roll)
Her bitch is a lame and she know
This is the life, bitch, this Makavelli
Runnin' shit up and go cop me a Chevy
Green, I get that shit like lettuce
Too much money make these mother****ers get jealous
The life of a convicted felon
These mother****ers cuttin', they talkin'
They tellin' (word, word, word)
And it's still free all my niggas
They jailin' (word, word, word)
Down the ro-o-oad
Last December,
We was sharin' clothes (clothes, clothes, clothes)
We don't love these niggas, we share hoes (hoes, hoes)
I just kick shit on the road
With all my bros, trip 'cross the globe
These niggas sellin' they souls, no (no, no)