This Life Of Sin lyrics

[Intro: G.T.]
Ayy, yeah
(Damn, 2 Side, where you get that beat from?)
Sometimes I just be ridin', thinkin' about this sh*t, for real (Kilo)
Ayy
For real, take y'all back
Uh, for real
Ayy

[Verse 1: G.T.]
I was young, I just wanted me a brick in Range Rovers (Ayy, yeah)
I got angels watchin' over, there go Ree, there go Soda (Rest in peace)
n*ggas love to sugar-coat it, I just play like I don't notice (For real)
I was grindin', I was focused (Yeah), they just laugh like I was Joker (Yeah)
All this pain that I go through inside, I control it (For real)
Too much pride, so we had to hide the eviction notice
Held my mama real tight (Ayy), everything gon' be alright (Yeah)
'Cause I know all the sh*t she been through and sacrificed
If it cost to be the boss, I can say I paid the price (For real)
Damn near died real life, doctors brought me back to life (For real)
Jazz know she get whatever from me, I ain't thinkin' twice (I ain't)
First, it was gettin' cloudy, now my future lookin' bright (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Chorus: G.T.]
I can't talk money (Nah, I can't) to n*ggas, n*ggas petty (n*ggas petty)
Hockey bag filled (Yeah) with all the hundreds, this sh*t heavy (For real)
Did a lot for people who was ungrateful, I regret it (I do)
Did a lot for my city, n*gga, I'm a livin' legend (I am)
My n*gga still gettin' busy and he got on two Tethers (Yeah)
I ain't used to havin' sh*t, that's why I got on two prezis (Yeah)
Money only thing on the agenda (Shh), I be huntin' cheddar (For real)
Mozzarella and the fetta, talkin' birds, ain't sold a feather (For real)
[Bridge: G.T.]
I'm 'bout to come back in and run on my sh*t
Come on, let me hear it out loud, from the top

[Verse 2: Street Lord Juan]
I got angels watchin' over, but it's demons watchin' too
Paper haters and these feds tryna see what I'ma do
Now I'm back on the street like my n*gga Liberace
Fake b*tches and these n*ggas fishy like the paparazzi
Tryna figure what I'm on, money white and kidnapped
I just speak about my life, I don't really spit raps
Tryna have you a reign, gotta deal with the mud
When you eat with the wolves, gotta deal with the blood
Got a problem with hate, boy, the secret is love
Make your enemies your friends, they'll squeeze for a plug
Chopper fire, homicide, doctor say I'm traumatized
Too many knives in my back, I can't trust my mama now
When I caught that sentence, n*ggas counted me out
One eleven, one eleven, I ain't never feared doubt
Could've seen it first hand, manifested, word plans
Any ghetto in the club, you'll hear my words playin'
I can't talk money to n*ggas, n*ggas petty
Country codes on my speed dial, that sh*t heavy
Did a lot for people who was ungrateful, I don't regret it
Did a lot for my city, whether or not I get the credit
My n*ggas still gettin' busy, though they worth a few letters
Hit the brakes 'til I came home, now it's new cheddar
Wouldn't change a thing 'bout my team, they be huntin' fellas
Mozzarella and that fetta, n*gga, I'm a livin' legend