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This is for all my Low Life thug niggas yeah, |
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livin' they life as a ghetto star, you know (worldwide) |
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(Verse 1:) |
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You know those days when you hear the lord calling you |
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But you don't respond 'cuz you ballin' and your all in two |
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Your ghetto star lifestyles, big houses and cars |
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Million dollar phone calls to bad bitches and all |
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A nigga don't make five bucks to spend before he come up |
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Sippin' out this half a pint bout to light up this blunt |
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Just reminicin' bout past years, deaths and tears |
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So many fallin' peers I'd never though I'd see these years |
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Swallowin' my tank of beer hope the rain hide the tears |
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Pray to God I aint scared, if they bust , hide and hit |
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And if they come fightin' shit I won't believe it cuz I'm low |
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I'm a child of God and keep mashin' for whats good to me |
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You should recognize game when it's all in your face |
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Would you choose to lie and die mamed so you fall on your face |
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But I refuse to lose so I ball in my space |
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(Hook:) |
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Live my life straight ballin' |
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I hear the penitentary callin' |
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Live my life straight ballin' |
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I hear lord Jesus callin' |
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Ghetto Star, Ghetto Star |
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(Verse 2:) |
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I invented my own lifestyle from crumbs and dope |
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Fuck shattered dreams there's fatter things that come from hope |
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You heard 'em holla "keep ya head up" |
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I ask God to help us out |
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The world's caught a plague and everybody's weapons out |
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Shoot first, and never get to the ask questions part |
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When we blast testin' marks you aint fit to live a day here |
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Best to keep your heat and hold your post you wanna stay here |
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It sure aint worth askin' why I stay so high |
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You don't irritate my mind |
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And I aint got time if it aint about a dime |
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The fat pace, crack chase, played out with ces |
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It's gettin' rich with Low Lifes ands it's put on my chest |
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And fuck a high speed chase, gettin' laced with slugs |
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And stuck steppin' off a plane duct taped with drugs |
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I'm tryin to live my life to the fullest extent |
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You crossed my clique noe you know what them bullets just meant |
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We keep it hittin' hard bangin' corners bouncin' up the boulevard |
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Smokin' somethin', niggas dumpin' hollerin' bout "life is hard" |
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Just cuz we ride to live, mean somethin' gotta give |
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I don't care who you are, live like a ghetto star |
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Life is only one time, that's why we hate one-time |
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Tryin' to live my life, my life under the sunshine |
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That's why I live, when they get deep I hold my breath |
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And here's my only reply when he asks me 'bout death |
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I said, "I never could picture me dead, |
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could only see my life is lavish and obviously |
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I can get it so I gotta have it" |
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And you can live your life forever scarred |
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But I'ma ball 'till I'm gone livin' life as a ghetto star |
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Bently coups, mini mansions like Snoop |
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And watch full of rocks, million dollar speed baots, yaughts |
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All the time I got. is spent on some hood shit |
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Pray when I see the break of day on some good shit |
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Hit the liquor store to get some blunts for the dope |
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Man if I aint hight, can't cope |
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God help us |
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You hope to hear us holler his name |
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He know we stuck in all this sea and chasin dollars and fame |
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When will it end |
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The pain and the pressures of life come at once |
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And the only remedy is some drinks mixed with blunts |
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The lord knows what goes on behind closed doors |
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And it's twntey five to life with those ho's with gold ?bows? |
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Catch you at your momma's hose slippin' |
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Gang bangers from the game we ride when it's time for dippin' |
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Kill the cops, fuck they law, they aint arresting me |
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Life is jail without bars and ghetto star is my destiny |
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(Hook: x2) |
