In my lifetime Songtext
von Logic feat. Action Bronson
In my lifetime Songtext
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Yeah, yeah
Actually, that was pretty dope, man (ayo)
Can′t even lie
Ayo, I got game, plenty
Talk sh-, reload the semi
Mafia sh- with Juicy J, sippin' Henny
I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny′s
I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team
Supply the fiends, dollar bills by any means
Average person be committed if they've seen the sh- I've seen
It′s like my life was written through a murder scene
Even in my early teens
I saw a guy on the corner gettin′ high
When a stray bullet from a drive-by
Blew his brains through his right eye
Some people cautious, but I'm Cassius (yes)
Who rhyme the fastest (woo)
I made it through the light despite how dark my past is, what?
Hip-hop baby, party rockin′, you know what it is
Sh- hard
Dark
Haha, you should be concerned
Yeah, yeah, you know it's me
You should
Smoking back-to-back Dutches
My finger just inches off the button
That′ll turn your f- body into stuffing
Dressed like I'm doing construction
Off one leg, jump through the f- window
With a Hellcat like it′s nothing now
At that speed, I could easily be mistaken for Jet Li
Don't interrupt my feng shui
Get left in the fridge where they hang meat
My b-'ll kick you with strange feet
A thousand roses expertly engraved into the handle of the heat
Carved ice and pre-Columbian queens
Jackson Heights, rock Colombia, boo
GUESS jeans, smoke drugs, all mezzanine
Way before a m-, ever turned 17
I′ll leave you in the Heaven scene
Staring at the roof of the chapel, I showed you mercy
Could′ve been in soup or a taco
My Porsche colder than a bowl of gazpacho
Commemorate me with a statue
"F- the world", written on the tattoo
Man, I be smoking mad, that's why I′m silly (stupid)
You know it's me
Yeah, yeah
Actually, that was pretty dope, man (ayo)
Can′t even lie
Ayo, I got game, plenty
Talk sh-, reload the semi
Mafia sh- with Juicy J, sippin' Henny
I got Mastro money, boy, your pockets on Denny′s
I hit the beat machine, get cream for the whole team
Supply the fiends, dollar bills by any means
Average person be committed if they've seen the sh- I've seen
It′s like my life was written through a murder scene
Even in my early teens
I saw a guy on the corner gettin′ high
When a stray bullet from a drive-by
Blew his brains through his right eye
Some people cautious, but I'm Cassius (yes)
Who rhyme the fastest (woo)
I made it through the light despite how dark my past is, what?
Hip-hop baby, party rockin′, you know what it is
Sh- hard
Dark
Haha, you should be concerned
Yeah, yeah, you know it's me
You should
Smoking back-to-back Dutches
My finger just inches off the button
That′ll turn your f- body into stuffing
Dressed like I'm doing construction
Off one leg, jump through the f- window
With a Hellcat like it′s nothing now
At that speed, I could easily be mistaken for Jet Li
Don't interrupt my feng shui
Get left in the fridge where they hang meat
My b-'ll kick you with strange feet
A thousand roses expertly engraved into the handle of the heat
Carved ice and pre-Columbian queens
Jackson Heights, rock Colombia, boo
GUESS jeans, smoke drugs, all mezzanine
Way before a m-, ever turned 17
I′ll leave you in the Heaven scene
Staring at the roof of the chapel, I showed you mercy
Could′ve been in soup or a taco
My Porsche colder than a bowl of gazpacho
Commemorate me with a statue
"F- the world", written on the tattoo
Man, I be smoking mad, that's why I′m silly (stupid)
You know it's me
Writer(s): Erian Asllani, Robert Bryson Hall Ii, Kourosh Yaghmaei Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com