Realize ft Nashawn
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We live like we got nothing left but time
Better get wise
But in the end will you be satisfied?
It's your life
We got to realize
Money, cars, niggas, bars, clothes, no
Tell me what you know about us
Minked out, fresh line, beamed it out, seat reclined
All these hood chicks admire my shine
Forty-seven inch links, all kinds of pieces
Drug scales, remember the days of drug sales
But now I'm countin', send me checks in the mail
And I ain't got time for no sale
Diver rims, spinnin' on the new CL
Too much money gotta stay on the DL
All these old hoes callin' my cell
Forward the calls to my voicemail
Nashawn, fortune prevail
Got these bitches feelin' me like a blind bitch'll feel braille
I cop diamonds, it ain't hard to tell
But my shine have a lead fight, my charm like a headlight
I know everything that there is to know
That you gotta know to blow
We get that dough, holla
We live like we got nothing left but time
Better get wise
But in the end will you be satisfied?
It's your life
We got to realize
Money, cars, niggas, bars, clothes, no
Tell me what you know about us
Yo, I pick a brick up, the quicker picker upper
Cooks on ovens, pushin', shovin' the hustle
Early in the mornin', watch out for police
The D's and decoys try to destroy me
But I'm a champ, not a chump
I move swift and turn the pistols on the punks
But what would the jury say, think, do?
I can't think of that, fuck it, I might as well run cool
Through the projects like Batman and Robin
Cops and robbers, but I'm liver
Kill you and hide ya
What could I do but be a project nigga?
That'll injure somethin' quicker for figures
I can't lie to ya
I've realized how to survive and get money, stay alive
But all my niggas be so quick and down to die
But all my thorough niggas know they can't take that money to the sky
We live like we got nothing left but time
Better get wise
But in the end will you be satisfied?
It's your life
We got to realize
Money, cars, niggas, bars, clothes, no
Tell me what you know about us
Yo, we confronted 2Pac, smoked blunts with Biggie
Got love from Suge Knight, did the club with Diddy
I was just a little kid with Nas from the Bridge
He would bail me from jail, keep me free from bids
Why play in the pool when I could surf in the ocean?
Livin' that rich life, I like that commotion
The bitches with the titties out got a nigga open
My jewelry be showin', heavy when we rollin'
Please, don't bring your girl around me
One look at Jungle, she hand me the pussy
Just like a waitress servin' my dinner
My diamonds be drippin', she need a bread winner
I burn C-notes, hold forty-cals in plastic
Push fast in the Benz, fuck if I rap it
The money keep stackin' in duffle bags and shit
We came a long way, ma, tell 'em how we live
We live like we got nothing left but time
Better get wise
But in the end will you be satisfied?
It's your life
We got to realize
Money, cars, niggas, bars, clothes, no
Tell me what you know about us