PAROLES
[Part I]
[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
Lifestyle of the young and the restless
Reckless, slingin’ marijuana to mescaline
Mama told me I shouldn’t mess with them
But I confess, them niggas some of my best friends back then
Daddy told me I couldn’t trust them
Gotta get from ’round all the yes men
Had to adjust, when I’m alone is when I start to reflect
This shit got me all vexed, I’m wonderin’ what’s next
This just in, fucked the bitch in back of the Westin
I’m takin’ the back streets, all this dirty monеy attract me
No, I won’t be givin’ a scrap to thesе hoes
I’m packin’ these shows in Japanese clothes
Leavin’ LAX, then I’m back at Heathrow
Oxtails soon as I’m back on pico
Never pay attention to stats, too busy gettin’ the racks
These niggas don’t even be livin’ they raps, nah
Lifestyle of the Black and the rich in this bitch
You see this thing on my wrist, I’m the shit
When I was younger, it was only a wish
Now I can’t take a piss without somebody comin’ takin’ a pic
Poppin’ bottles, rollin’ up somethin fat with the hoes in the backstage
I’m drownin’ my pain in the champagne
Got me reminiscin’ on back in the day
Talkin’ ’bout back in the day, back when we was baggin’ it up
Had a little bit of money, started stackin’ it up
These days, thought they would love to see me packin’ it up, that’s what’s up
Took it from the hood to Hollywood, now I’m actin’ up
Still have yet to met another nigga that I could trust
Niggas stay throwin’ salt, throwin’ shots from the black trucks
And takin’ them shots like it’s Starbucks
Ain’t the only one had it hard that end up breakin’ the law
But that shit got me all emotionally scarred, still, I evolve (‘Volve)
This for all my niggas low ridin’, we got the bounce (Bounce)
This for all my niggas that’s flockin’, we in the house (House)
This for all my niggas from Compton, we want it now (Now)
This for everybody, ayy
[Chorus]
It ain’t fair, fair, fair, fair, fair, fair
Nah, it ain’t fair (Ain’t fair), out here (Out here)
Out here (Out here), yeah
It ain’t fair, fair, fair, fair, fair, fair
Nah, it ain’t fair (Ain’t fair), out here (Out here)
Out here (Out here), out here (Yeah, out here)
[Verse 2]
Lifestyle of the super ghetto fellow
Hell or Heaven, seventh letter predecessors
They can never, another level
Never settle, I embody Machiavelli
I get better, I get better, I get better, I get better
I been dancin’ with the devil, goddamnit I said it
Takin’ drugs and et cetera, singin’, “Figaro, figaro”
Watch me finger roll up the kush
No, I’m not gonna pass it, kiss it right off the glass on that ass
I got some homies from the hood that’ll blast on that ass
I got some bitches poppin’ up from the past tryna smash me
They don’t know I was down bad just last week
Mama hit me up and she asked me
[Outro]
Said, “Baby, what you gon’ do about it?”
“Tell me, what you gon’ do about it?”
“Baby, what you gon’ do about it?”
“Tell me, what you gon’ do about it?”
“Baby, what you gon’ do about it?”
“Tell me, what you gon’ do about it?”
“Tell me, what you gon’ do about it?”
“Tell me, what you gon’ do?”
[Part II]
[Intro]
I’m gettin’ ya high, I’m gettin’ ya high
I’m gettin’ ya high, I’m gettin’ ya high
What you gon’ do about it? What you gon’ do about it?
Yeah, yeah
[Verse]
The beat got me hypnotized
Scrollin’ through my Twitter, timeline desensitized
All I see is bad bitches and hoes, rap niggas with dough
While the hood gettin’ gentrified, shit
Open your eyes, open the blinds, look outside
Now watch as the dry leaves catch fire
[Outro]
I’m gettin’ ya high, I’m gettin’ ya high
I’m gettin’ ya high, I’m gettin’ ya high
I’m gettin’ ya high
I’m gettin’ ya high, I’m gettin’ ya high
I’m gettin’ ya high
I’m gettin’ ya high, I’m gettin’ ya high
