Ill Vibe

You can live true baby, you can live trife, Whatever way you choose you got to live your life, Hey yo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross, The Finish Line, The Finish Line
You can live true baby, you can live trife, Whatever way you choose you got to live your life, Hey yo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross, The Finish Line, The Finish Line
YO! I can't afford to waste a second, Steppin with my eyes on niggas checkin on my weapons, Every millisecond, motherfuckers say they true to this, But when they grab the microphone they shit sound like stupidness, HA, mad to pull another vicious scandal, I know that you can't handle when I hit from other angles now, Feel my hot wax, burning from my melting candles, You can't take the heat, so you switch from boots to wearing sandals, This is for example, Shit will make a nigga curse, When worse comes to worse, you be the first to disperse now, We don't BELIEVE your man was living like that, Hoping to find that nigga see exactly where his heart was at, It's a damn shame how Son know your style, know your name, Watch how he pull your file, make you wish you never fuckin came NOW, Even the hardest motherfucker has his final day, So kill that shit you talkin, and be about your fuckin way,
You can live true baby, you can live trife, Whatever way you choose you got to live your life, Hey yo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross, The Finish Line, The Finish Line
You can live true baby, you can live trife, Whatever way you choose you got to live your life, Hey yo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross, The Finish Line, The Finish Line
Yo, everyday I see you on the block smokin, With a bunch of niggas scopin on how they can split you WIDE open, You don't even know what's going on up in your circle, Awful murder niggas itch to leave you black blue and purple, Your man came to put you on and tried to make you bleed, Hit you with some shit that left you flippin mad in disbelief, You just can't believe that niggas that you smoke with is on it, And the way they rass they really got to bust yo' shit! Thought your man was joking, paid no attention to the situation, Got with your crew and just continued smoking, Now your man sit and watch you panic, In any other situation you'd be fronting like you gigantic, I guess all that fronting is your main talent, It's apparent, he can see right through you like you transparent, Hah yo you need to watch your back you running out of time, Watch your step, cuz you only inches from the finish line,
You can live true baby, you can live trife, Whatever way you choose you got to live your life, Hey yo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross, The Finish Line, The Finish Line
You can live true baby, you can live trife, Whatever way you choose you got to live your life, Son, you runnin out of time, and you bout to cross, The Finish Line, The Finish Line
Now, there's about a million motherfuckers on your trail, Quick to bust your shit for every single time your words fail, I'm watchin all the moves you makin fuck the speculatin, Super-bitch nigga you just be fakin if I'm not mistakin, Every move you fake you dig your grave a little deeper, Come around me with that shit I'ma flip it to my brother's keeper, Listen to this, overstress my emphasis, I insist to fix and bring the noise as long as I exist, Now you walk around the streets with all that shit you speak, >And step inside the club just to receive the illest ass beating, Take a look around you get no type of sympathy, Impatiently, I sit and watch you die in your own iniquity, Hah, now you out dead and stinkin, and your eyes are no longer blinkin, Time caught up quick, with your little BITCH way of thinkin, Watch you diminish, while your niggaz have to put a finish, On your misleading false image,
You can live true baby, you can live trife, Whatever way you choose you got to live your life, Hey yo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross, The Finish Line, The Finish Line
You can live true baby, you can live trife, Whatever way you choose you got to live your life, Hey yo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross, The Finish Line, The Finish Line
You can live true baby, you can live trife, Whatever way you choose you got to live your life, Hey yo you're running out of time, and you bout to cross, The Finish Line, The Finish Line
You can live true baby, you can live trife, Whatever way you choose you got to live your life, Yo son you're running out of time, and you bout to cross, The Finish Line, The Finish Line
You can live true baby, you can live trife, Whatever way you choose you got to live your life, Son you're running out of time, and you bout to cross, The Finish Line, The Finish Line
Word is bond, bond is life, And you shall be willing to give your life, Before your words shall fail, All those who out there frontin, misleading they peoples, Actin other than they really are, It will catch up to you player, word is bond, So that's, specifically, to all those fake motherfuckers, Living out here on that bullshit, Trying to act like they know what the fuck is going on...

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