[ CHORUS ] Look, I got my stripes up in this rap shit My life is like a rollercoaster, up and down quick Cloudy grey days hide away the sun rays My only escape is to kneel and pray or smoke hay Everyday
[ VERSE 1: Eightball ] Thug livin', nigga, ain't nobody promised tomorrow Ain't no second chance to live, it ain't no time to borrow Money in these streets, trouble in these streets I'm tryin to school these niggas deep within these beats Life is for learnin, learn and live, nigga What the world hold for me and all my real niggas? The studio is where we meet up like a holy church Worshippin the spirits of them niggas who done been here first And give it all to them young niggas who come after us And don't give nothin to them boys that's out here fakin tough Project livin ain't no fly shit, I don't wanna go back And I pray for all my niggas who can't do better than that
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[ VERSE 2: Eightball ] I live it how it come to me, good or bad I got to deal with it, this ain't no movie, see When the gunshot spray ain't no tellin if a stray Gonna put one of my little bitty sons in his grave My nigga in the hood used to kick shit and do his thang Now that nigga in a wheelchair, damn, ain't that fucked up, mane? Maye it was somethin comin back from somethin that he did Maybe that was God's way of tellin him he need to quit I don't know, I know he think about that shit everyday though What he did to make his life go the way that it go Every nigga can't be blingin, Navigatin' on doubs How many niggas really got a lot of stacks put up? How many niggas got five cars and no house? Hustlin' like a slave tryin to shut your baby mama mouth Long as you hustle ain't nothin impossible, my nigga Then when you get it give it back cause you can't take it witcha
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Yeah Ah-ha Yeah Eightball the Fat Mack Fatboy Eightball & MJG Space Age Pimpin from way back, baby You know what I'm sayin? Yeah CEO on the streets Commander in Chief, baby You know what I'm talkin about From Orange Mound streets all over the world East coast, West coast, overseas This pimpin just ain't a whole lot, baby I got my stripes up in this rap shit Yeah
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[ CHORUS ] Look, I got my stripes up in this rap shit My life is like a rollercoaster, up and down quick Cloudy grey days hide away the sun rays My only escape is to kneel and pray or smoke hay Everyday
[ VERSE 1: Eightball ] Thug livin', nigga, ain't nobody promised tomorrow Ain't no second chance to live, it ain't no time to borrow Money in these streets, trouble in these streets I'm tryin to school these niggas deep within these beats Life is for learnin, learn and live, nigga What the world hold for me and all my real niggas? The studio is where we meet up like a holy church Worshippin the spirits of them niggas who done been here first And give it all to them young niggas who come after us And don't give nothin to them boys that's out here fakin tough Project livin ain't no fly shit, I don't wanna go back And I pray for all my niggas who can't do better than that
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[ VERSE 2: Eightball ] I live it how it come to me, good or bad I got to deal with it, this ain't no movie, see When the gunshot spray ain't no tellin if a stray Gonna put one of my little bitty sons in his grave My nigga in the hood used to kick shit and do his thang Now that nigga in a wheelchair, damn, ain't that fucked up, mane? Maye it was somethin comin back from somethin that he did Maybe that was God's way of tellin him he need to quit I don't know, I know he think about that shit everyday though What he did to make his life go the way that it go Every nigga can't be blingin, Navigatin' on doubs How many niggas really got a lot of stacks put up? How many niggas got five cars and no house? Hustlin' like a slave tryin to shut your baby mama mouth Long as you hustle ain't nothin impossible, my nigga Then when you get it give it back cause you can't take it witcha
[ CHORUS ]
Yeah Ah-ha Yeah Eightball the Fat Mack Fatboy Eightball & MJG Space Age Pimpin from way back, baby You know what I'm sayin? Yeah CEO on the streets Commander in Chief, baby You know what I'm talkin about From Orange Mound streets all over the world East coast, West coast, overseas This pimpin just ain't a whole lot, baby I got my stripes up in this rap shit Yeah
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