all i ever wanted to do was live the life money drugs cars clothes hoes brick paints pounds of dro fa sho a young n living how he supposed ya know i got sixteen 28 grams broke down to dimes what s my life like n its a constant grind you got seven eight or nine you can push on cause i m a selfish n i want 10 strong oh no it happened again let me get a good flow of that dro again got phone blowin up like a high school bell plus the price sky rocket like dope in jail break it down in small portions fuck sellin a o you d rather make seven or eight or cock bound for da 4 i m a hustla far from being a busta n you got good game but still don t trust ya n you can catch me in the neighborhood winter or summer spring or fall cause n i be selling it all from junts to blunts blunts to bags and bags to o s o s to pounds i m just holding it down all i ever wanted to do was live the life money drugs cars clothes hoes brick paints pounds of dro fa sho a young n living how he supposed ya know i got 36 ounces blocked up pure yola make it times 2 once i hit it with the soda whip it up good in a beacon and a blender have it rock hard plus white as december i switch up my raps yo i never go the same way plus i get a different prepaid every 30 days so if i get jam i know where it came from rub my shit suitable never serve unusual all money ain t good and all money ain t fine some money come with blood and some money come with time some money can t spend and some money ain t safe money in the wrong way i ll lead you to the wrong place all i ever wanted to do was live the life money drugs cars clothes hoes brick paints pounds of dro fa sho a young n living how he supposed ya know  i got 8 or 9 paints and a bottle of kay row and i woundn t give a fuck if you nod or stay woke i just got back from the n y c 250 a paint back in memphis tenn with drank 50 a ounce after i done added the bounce 45 get the nine and every dollar gone count i m a hustla don t make me say it again i ain t trying to please a n i m trying to stack some ends the strong survive while the weak slowly dying i m congruent to them boys i m out there slanging them pies they never stop trying they never give up they gotta succeed my life is like the saying n crack speed or weed all i ever wanted to do was live the life money drugs cars clothes hoes brick paints pounds of dro fa sho a young n living how he supposed ya know