Mr. Krane - Life Story | Текст песни

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[Verse 1]
Lord please forgive for the bullshit I have done or said,
These bitches do not know the real me, I'm so fly like jet,
I dress it up like Kripple muthafucka or a pimp,
I have been shot with gold-ass bullet and I use a limp,
The jazzy muthafucka, rap-a-don, the king of rhy-
Min to the rhythm, Boogie Down, Southern state of mind,
I'm not a wannabe, went from the rags to fucking riches,
My razor blades are always with me, band of G's and stitches,
When I feel like I need some paper you should wakedafucup
Before I start a mass occur behinda church and fuck 'em
Up with the best thing ever that's created in the Cali
The land of fornication, full of snow, weed and molly,
Believe me, busta, when it rains it muthafuckin' pours,
You gotta shoot me in my lips before your ey-es close
Cause if you don't your homies call you bitch-ass faggot pussy,
Well, if you wanna be a hooker do not fucking push me!

[Verse 2]
It's the 4-21, the day after, I am trippin',
Drunk as fuck and high as Wiz, he gon' catch me when I'm slippin,
Party like a rock star, all we do is fucking win,
Feeling like a thugsta, mixing Yager witta Gin,
Bitches love me cause I'm chasing paper every second,
They gon' get the shit they want, but the hand is fucking second,
I don't need a triple bullet, that's the name of my own liquor,
Every bottle is a grand, if you suck my dick you lick it,
I woke up in my Bugatti, triple-milli, that's my dest-ny,
See my homies in the 'Raris, waving hands, they testin' em,
That's the night of rhyme-a-killa, #1-nna star'n'trilla,
Come and see me little later, I will show you fashion killa,
When you are young you party all the nights and never think
About the time of dying, it will be a final thing
You ever see then pass away and never be forgotten
Because you hustled 24 to 7, you ain't rotten!

[Verse 3]
I got my mind on my money, money on my mind,
Finger on the trigger, hell is hard to find,
Kill a muthafucka is a perfect way to solve the problem,
But think about it twice before you pop another trouble,
I had a dream of having money, being independent,
But then my father died, 5 years ago, I still regret it,
This is my life story, I will back up all my hittas,
And fuck them other hittas cuz I'm down for my hittas,
I never walk alone because I know somebody wants me
To eat my shit, spit with my blood, rap with my lips, he holds me
With ups and downs, this is the destiny of all the rappers,
And I have never been so rough and sober, crazy, freaky, happy,
Your death is going to be easy cause your life is hard,
You always been a running dog, I always hustle hard,
So if I die tonight, homie, bring me in my hood,
Give me some jewelry, make sure I'm looking good

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