LYRIC

[Intro:]

Got 4 lives in my hand right now
Trying to take the wheel but I can’t right now
No hydraulics but we still off the bounce
Trying to make it home before the sun come out

We been serenading the block with ghetto anthems
Head through the sunroof as we holler temper tantrums
Underage niggas, middle fingers, old habits
That never left us but never kept us from living rapid
I swerve, I swerve, I swerve through traffic jams
I need, I need, bail money in advance
All the homies laughing cuz ignorance is the bliss
Until they realize that I’m gone and this whole motherfucker flip

[Verse 1]
Vice city resident, no advice
Can’t tell me shit
Pussy, money, money, pussy all I need
And I need that quick
I got Daytons on my 99
They be spinning like the hands of time
Flaking on you niggas time
Right on time for nigga time
Hold my dick, on my clique, I’m gon be
Rich!
You know I’m that nigga, just plead yo
5th!
Handouts, never panned out we hand in hand with these no names
Red carpets get laid out but we Crip walking that road to fame
Gangster shit
Paisley on my handkerchief
Jackpot when he hit that lick
Split that check and then we dip
Remember when
I lost my pride
Got some brain
Lost my God
Bought a chain
Just to show you life a bitch
But in the end a bitch no thing
In the end I’m holding rank
Me and Flaire just went insane
I passed him my new pinky ring
He passed it back with two new tings
All my niggas tilt
But they need more smoke
All these bitches dancing
But we need more poles
[Hook]
All my life
I’ve been chasing these skies
And they so plain
They so grey

Now I look down
And see nothing for me
I need space
Need more grey

[Verse 2]
Broke nigga make it count
Flat girls in the house
Make it bounce
Make it make it bounce
Make it make it bounce
Baby get naked for petty pennies
Ambition will get you plenty
And one day them benny bennies
Will fill up the back of denims
Money tree descendants
Pack the plate for reverends
Ooo the greenest blessings
And we reap ‘til we meet the reaper
Or until death do us part
But I had nine lives from the start
I could die 8 times, still the realest nigga alive
She won’t take me home, so we fornicate in the ride
Pump the brakes for procedure, she topping me through the lights
On the highway heaven bumping hell of a life
Oh mama no drama, I don’t need it
Give me nookie quick enough for speeding tickets
Keep a distance
Cuz I don’t need you in my way
I just wanna live my grey
Live live my grey


[Hook]
All my life
I’ve been chasing these skies
And they so plain
They so grey

Now I look down
And see nothing for me
I need space
Need more grey

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