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letra de live - mozzy

[chorus: mozzy]
my life ain’t nothin’ like how you live (how you live n-gga)
my life ain’t nothin’ like how you live (that’s on my kids n-gga)
i gotta ride around with the sig, yeah (hey with my stick on me)
i been gettin’ into it with my b-tch, yeah (with my b-tch homie)
my life ain’t nothin’ like how you live (that’s on my kids n-gga)
my life ain’t nothin’ like how you live (g-o-d n-gga)
you don’t provide for none of your kids, then (uh-huh)
you don’t really live how i live

[verse 1: mozzy]
my life, my life, my life, my life
this sh-t trife, ten a farm and hit you on dice
sh-t slurmy in my trenches, get stripped for your ice
sh-t slimy in my trenches, they hit you on sight
you hear the rounds, lay it down, that was every night
no lie, in junior high had to carry pipe
you hear the rounds, lay it down, that was every night
no lie, in junior high had to carry pipe
the ringtone on the forty sound like barry white
don’t let the sucker side, they don’t ever slide
don’t let the sucker side, they don’t ever slide
they put like twenty on my head, ask ’em to tell you why
they got a hole on my n-gga, it’s built h-lla high
mama put mi casa up for h-lla time
they got a hole on my n-gga, it’s built h-lla high
mama put mi casa up for h-lla time

[verse 2: cellyru]
my life ain’t nothin’ like how you live
check the picture, same symbols, been doin’ this since a kid
you won’t slither for your brother but you’ll trip for that b-tch
you wasn’t there, i ain’t see you when we was takin’ them trips
get into it with the b-tch, she kinda hate i’m the nig
hate the way that i live, i gotta ride with the stick
gotta stay alive, a n-gga gotta provide for my kid
barely see her ’cause i’m working and she don’t stay where i live
free me n-ggas in pens, feds whackin’ the clique
suspect in red down and rarely ask me for sh-t
collect calls from the pen, i been feeding my n-ggas
he said he been goin’ crazy, he ain’t seein’ his kids
free my bro, i’ll probably never get to see him again
my other brother like a motherf-cker, deeper than friends
we was out of town trappin’, had to sleep in the benz
just a regular real n-gga, i don’t live how you live n-gga

[verse 3: e mozzy]
my life trife, gotta get it how i live
you don’t really how i live
gotta watch what you say around n-ggas that be the pigs
just the other day i got into it with the b-tch
flippin’ through these dead mans got these n-ggas sick
i’m in love with the streets, i got engaged to the strip
it’s a load in the rental every time i take a trip
been in the jungle with pits and auntie searching for itch
tryna dodge the pitch, when they come they gon’ hit
i got five on the shooter, press play, he gon’ clip you
bulletproof, you ain’t felt the pain that i been through
body bag funeral, sh-t f-ck up your mental
i’ll never change for the fame, this what i’m in to
you ain’t never sinned for my nigs, i don’t feel you
been puttin’ n-ggas on since a youngin and i still do it
still in the struggle maintainin’, but i’m gettin’ through it

- mozzy

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