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lirik lagu only life i know – bun b & statik selektah

[verse 1:bun b]
i know some p*wns and i know rooks
i know k!llers that read books that can sn*tch a soul with no looks i see bosses cut their own work to build a million dollar team and lose it all to lazy phone work
we watched it bubble ’till it residued fiends hit it and they was left subdued
so ain’t sh*t left to lose we were left to choose from what other people threw away
so f*ck a rose out of the concrete we grew a plague
now who’s to say how far we go and who ain’t making it
but if we get a chance man i’ll be d*mned if we ain’t taking it
cause you don’t get what you deserve or what you fighting for
so when you hear that thunder you know what’s coming, that lightning hoe
and you be dumb fella not to keep your umbrella
dealing with the cutthroaters and the scum dwellers
but it ain’t better just because it’s shining
understand just because you son of man, that don’t make you son of mine

[verse 2:smoke dza]
it’s big dog sh*t the big dogs endorsed it. quick flosses, sick nauseous
packs get sh*t flipped and hip tossed it. it’s just another day at the office
i know some villains and some known crooks
i got some seven digit hustlers that i rocked within my phone book
colossal n*gga everything is life size. got me looking at the money with the charleston white eye
higher than most, flyer than most. ask the dope boys they all biased to smoke
all blazing big, wire payments. whole jury kick greg una, curation
i need a hundred clip to deal further
i got a tourist that wasn’t born in may
legal concealed burner 50k could be the real murder
but this ain’t beef, it’s a trill burger
[verse 3:flee lord]
from ny to port arthur, we chewing lobster
break your ass off proper. couldn’t fix it with like four doctors
yeah i come from queens in my vehicle europe
my high beams all clean, you can see when i pull up
still wearing yeezys despite the controversy, got my riders out in west and my vikings out in jersey
lord mobb, lieutenant, 4*4 by the rennet
before we play the field, my lord, we all got a scrimmage
veins full of ice, split the chains, not the white
save the games for the kids, it’s a range not a bike
bun and delgado and kush with a yellow bottle
n*gga f*ck a skinny leg, i’m coming with ghetto models
my waves all complete, lot of days in the street
little sip of white henny and a chop of the peak. according to the law, y ‘all was born on a tour
got invited and indicted, we was scoring off the raw
my denim’s cost a g, i’m vintage on the beat. in one verse, i’ll expose you and your image on the street
rapping with some legends, i ain’t capping in this session
it’s a school of hard knocks and you have to learn your lesson

[refrain:haile supreme]
stay away, i’ve ever known. cut my losses, i’m here for what i’m worth

- bun b statik selektah

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