Way Of Life

Never let you out of my sight

Be it day, be it night

You belong to me, that's the way it will be wrong or right

You belong to me now

It's just gotta be that way, you know?

Listen hip-hop, I've been chasing you for quite sometime now

And now I got you where I want you, shit it's you and I now

You've been fucking around with every other dude

While I made all these mixtapes for you, listen boo

I'mma never let you down, I'mma roll for you

I would get on one knee and propose to you

Shit I've spent my whole life trying to prove that I was worthy

But if you ever cheat on me, your dead bitch, you heard me?

Huh, to see you fucking around with other dudes has got me going nutty

Because you know their only in it for the money

I would stand with you though think and thin

Bitch I hope you're listening

You got me second guessing the reality I'm living in

Because you're my way of life

Think about you day and night

Because of you now I finally got my paper right

But I've seen what you do to your other boyfriends

Build them up until their at the top and then destroy them

One minute your hot at the club popping Rosé

And next thing you know your scrubbing floors at Chipotle

Baby you're a bitch, yes I love you but I hate you

You think she's loyal for a second then she fucking plays you

Huh, a shot at you, I had to take it

Because you got me infatuated, I graduated from a nobody to a damn MC

And I'mma hold you down bitch you better stand by me

Yeah

You are my way of life

The only way I know

You are my way of life

I'll never let you go

This isn't music, it's a way of life

When haters bite

They pay the price

I'll take your mic

And stab your face in twice

But it ain't a 8-inch stainless knife

So say goodnight

I'll stay and fight

Like Dana White

The way I write

Is crazy hype

You say your nice

Uh, but we ain't alike

Ray of light

Playing a pipe

Just bent the game over

Never spent a day sober

So I've yet to catch a hangover

Ford Mustang frame with the train motor

I wanna change lives

You want a chain and a Range Rover

I gotta son, spending money I don't have yet

Mad stress, no assets

Just hope dreams and past debt

Trying to stack cheques and snap necks

Because I know cash rules everything around me, ask meth

I gotta get it, while I can before its too late

Fuck a cube steak

I just ate some dudes face

On Route 8

I'm super baked

Losing it, these bath salts stupid, zooted, jupalooted

Hip-hop why you diluted with this useless music?

I'm anti-radio, anti-autotune

Fuck that, I'm anti all of you

What's wrong with you to do what I was taught to do

Slaughtered cruse, Talking rude, hopper too But I feel fucking awesome dude

People often snooze, so why you daydream

I'm your worst nightmare, or at least it may seem

I've been screaming death to mainstream since I was eight teen

Mother fucker

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