Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael South
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jake Williams
Composer
Буриков Михаил
Songwriter
Lyrics
Man I'm so tired of you mother fuckers
(Inhale)
Young boy against the system once again
(Exhale)
All these dumb scums round me
(Life's gon be lit)
(Ugh)
Ima tell them
What about me
Ima tell you
Life's gon be lit Life's gon be lit (Lit)
Life's gon be lit Life's gon be lit (Lit)
Ima tell them
What about me
Life's gon be lit Life's gon be lit (Lit)
Life's gon be lit Life's gon be lit (Ugh)
Life's gon be lit Life's gon be lit (Lit)
Messing with me
Following me
You wish you be me
What about me
Life's gon be lit Life's gon be lit
Life's gon be lit Life's gon be lit
(Follow the beat)
What about me
What about me
Life's gon be lit Life's gon be lit
Life's gon be lit Life's gon be lit (Lit)
Life's gon be lit
How you play D
I got them threes
Messing with me
I'm oversees
(You a clown son)
Lurk with the Gs
(Like you gon break some)
And share it in the room full of Bs (Ugh)
You don't get lit
Cause you got a family wife and cutie lil kids
Half of you fake
Bbout to relocate and renovate
(Ugh)
Back to back boy you wack
Getting smacked
Where's your gang where's your Cadillac?
On the corner dick ride the West
Don't you feel like you a guest
Boy you stressed
Lost the faith in the young cats (Fuck that)
They tryina close in the gaps
That's a wrap burning the maps
Can't see me
Facts
Ain't no getting hangovers
Did dumb shit now it's over
Local cops been on us
Swear god it's all over
Had to step up cause I'm the one
Been cooking up in 61
Beat the system up who's to blame
I'm in the game
I'll bring you the flame
Not a damn thing changed (Mayne)
Yall fuckers all lame (Mayne)
Pretty me is in frame (Mayne)
I'm in the game I'm in the game
Traded soul for money and fame
Take a look at me mayne (Mayne)
Better watch out cause I came (Mayne)
I'll bring you the flame
I'll bring you the flame
Following me
You wish you be me
What about me?
Life's gon be lit Life's gon be lit
Life's gon be lit Life's gon be lit
(Follow the beat)
What about me? What about me?
Life's gon be lit Life's gon be lit (Lit)
Life's gon be lit Life's gon be lit (Lit)
Life's gon be lit
Redesign
Fall in line
Kiss the lips
Read the mind
We fly by
Casualties
Minimized
When we up in the field with mines
Peaceful times we don't shoot no more (Nah)
Get in your head why you do this for (Why)
Gave up shit (Huh)
It's mature
Selling out
You ain't sure
But I'm sure
Pulled off let them picture me (Woah)
Cast off the things I did (Woo)
Ashes from the past get flown away
Get righteous (Woo)
You be funny where's your money
Hold a bunny call your mommy dummie dummie
Fast running from me
I ain't said I fucked your chick
But she yummy yummy yummy
Wanna build you a fortress
Far from being in Forbes list
I don't hear no gossips
Man, I'm looking so gorgeous
Let the music ease the pain
Your bloodstream maintain
Smoking cheap Mary Jane
(But still)
What about me
Writer(s): Michael South
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