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letra de the way i live - dajock

[verse 1: dajock]
and i’m always going forward not thinking bout the past
zip-lock in my bag and it’s filled with the gr-ss
got vodka in my gl-ss gonna drink before cl-ss
cause i would never take something too hard to p-ss
looking back on all the sh-t that i’ve done
you can say i pretty much only did what was fun
tried to stay away from guns and the lies and the drama
but still i find myself starting fights with my mama
and baby mamas, i don’t deal with that
cause i’m just too young and i always wear a hat
you can say i’m always strapped cause i’m wearing air forces
my cars like a ranch cause it’s got a lot of horses
make a little money just to say i been paid
and i haven’t stopped smoking since the 9th grade
no t breaks, not one i ain’t playing
my dealers know me they can confirm what im sayin’
always on some good sh-t, purple to green
and i worship my denim true religion f-cking jeans
see you know i’m unseen because i got the windows tinted
bought the car, so much paperwork you know it ain’t rented
had it for a month permanently kush scented
your girl came and she wants to cheat i can’t prevent it
living for the now always asking what’s good
waking up every morning feeling hard, like wood

[verse 2: king kav]
lately the way i’m living, i’m just getting to chilling
beats i’m always k!lling me and djock be the illest
and the realest, every other rapper talking fiction
d-mn my diction so exquisite no ordinary civilian
man i’m fly, sh-tting on you chickens i’m a pigeon
yea i’m high, sitting in the sky and i’m untouchable
you need to stop b-tching cause your b-tch just ain’t in love with you
she’s loving me, puffs my weed, f-cks me 4 times out of 3
and i just get to spitting silly obnoxious like a gross wet w-lly
best rapper alive, so all the others will try and k!ll me
i know you feel me like some braille i’m white, polite and nice
spit so sick i need some ginger ale
and i’m here to teach these rappers lesson like i went to yale
i stand behind my bars but i’ll never be in jail
and if i ever was your b-tch would probably pay my bail
and i’m coming down heavy on my haters like hail, all hail

[interlude: yung jon]
haha kavs, dajock that sh-ts crazy
yo

[verse 3: yung jon]
splitting dutches saying f-ck it it’s the way i live
k!lling the game, you a lame i ain’t playing kid
people saying i’m the best who ever done it
on a budget, so i’ll make your husband cry over an onion
had a trial and won it. well kinda, they tryna’ keep me away from weed
but 3 months later i’m higher than all y’all p-ssies
hit the trees like fall ball, i ball on rookies
i will lyrically maul y’all
it’s unfair, it don’t even compare
to me b-tch, the weed in the swisher so sweet they getting sea sick
run through a lot of green like a deep pick
like i brought back a hundred-eight yards
my bars deserve a cd b-tch
hear me in the hallways i’m always spitting some fire
out my cannon, watching nick, like i was hitting mariah
make a couple million and then i wanna retire
but for now, hit me up, local cali kush supplier

- dajock

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