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What are we here for? Fuck it, I'm too high I've put in so much work Thank God I ain't do time The OG is 2-5, it used to be 4-8 I still get four grand a pound I do not play The smell on my doorstep, I'm nervous to open it The 'old me' hobby, would've thought I'd be over with The brown bag turned to armored trucks and a few cars The new splat got German dogs and a few guards We really 'bout gunplay, but I don't like violence Private beach and good weed that's what the vibe is You know what the time is Shit, I've been shinin' (bling) Rolls, gold Patek all covered in diamonds (bust down yeah) Keep the prices up, I want a nicer truck Turn the lights off, my eyes will light it up We won't ever die, this what we grind for We're all gonna eat, that's what I opened up this line for My ties (Keep winnin', keep winnin, keep livin', keep livin') Let the story go on (Keep keep winnin', and keep on sinnin' but) Let the story go on (Keep keep friends, keep sinnin') Let the story go on (World world keep movin', can't keep losin') Let the story go on If only the weak talk, only the skilled tall Really glad they don't, 'cause this money is jail talk German car, Jewish lawyer, hopin' to bail-walk Ask them fuck niggas what they want you to fear for Got the Mary Jane, throw the pass like a hell dog I ain't scared to chew, run it when I'm a trill though You fuckin' with a stoner, I get high as the Air Force Have a box of air balloons just for a clear thought Do the impossible, that's what I'm here for Put you in a hospital, just to be clear y'all Here for the merged dough, here for the virg dope Before the weed, the seed in the brain was the first grow The eyes was the first lights, remember the worst nights Ghost, so you couldn't find me with a searchlight Travelling in the peanut butter coupe with the purp life Wanted the bred seeds, get the bread if you work right Yeah nigga (Keep winnin', keep winnin, keep livin', keep livin') Let the story go on (Keep keep winnin', and keep on sinnin' but) Let the story go on (Keep keep friends, keep sinnin') Let the story go on (World world keep movin', can't keep losin') Let the story go on I've been locked down, I ain't been locked out I used to get slept on but not right now I been lootin' these niggas Like a drive by, shootin' these niggas You'd be surprised what a semi could do to these niggas I was raised in the ghetto, played in the ghetto Money never me so I stayed in the ghetto And I ain't finna settle, I'm the last of a dyn I can't be knocked up off, mighta stop tryin Masterminded, I helped to pioneer it There's smoke so thick, and these fidgets likes spinnin' Push up my late ancestors, there's still no justice Then must we come up or get fucked no question As the world keeps spinning so must I keep winning Ten times ten and you ony get nine in it I'm addin' up my blessings yet I can't stop sinning Got a new born, and a drug charge still pending (Keep winnin', keep winnin, keep livin', keep livin') Let the story go on (Keep keep winnin', and keep on sinnin' but) Let the story go on (Keep keep friends, keep sinnin') Let the story go on (World world keep movin', can't keep losin') Let the story go on
Writer(s): Gilbert Anthony Jr. Milam, Styles P, Scarface Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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