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Lost And Found - Only Live Once (Real) lyrics

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Only Live Once (Real) by Lost And Found

{Mr Cheeks}
These muthafuckas made it this way,
I show em mine,
I knew we down now we was shining also blowing time,
Official queens crack stars gettin money rollin trees in the back woods, timberlands, cars, and black hoods,
The territories rugged, certain bimbos love it,
I fuck wit cats undiscovered keep my demo's covered,
We ride around in the streets duckin hits,
Money power wit some game kid we fuckin chicks
The hard times help me sharpen up
We bein watched but still sparkin' up
Love it when the day darken up
My life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a part
I came through to display an art
Yo fuck you jealous niggas
I take care of fam and i lay low
Im livin kid i got the money plus the yayo
And hold a heat up on the seat because it's gettin wicked
You get your dough
I get my dough lets blow so we can kick it
(hook x2)
You only live once so lets ride
Lets take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop
{izzy dead}
Yo is you muthafuckas outta ya mind
We them niggas who been holdin it down
Half of the reason you live
Other 50% of the reason you frown
Behind our back you pop shit
But when we wavin them thangs you innocent
'cause we in this bitch, raw doggs
Is you askin for a new york city war call?
We keep it gritty for all o y'all
But some you niggas actin like u goin through menapause
And that's the second we sendin em off
Slay em down, get in them drawers
Been put on, wut u tellin me for?
Look at em beggin for more
Either their yellin or givin applause
Picture livin laws when we got x cons on the dance floor
Goody niggas playin the war
And dime bitches rockin hoodies with razors inside the sports bras
We told y'all but ya wasn't tryin to listen tah me
Ever since the day I was born my lifestyle been real
Bloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spill
My men still, sellin coke, cooked up and powdered out
In a big body smoked out, shit is clouded out
We official crack stars, bury bodies in back yards
You neva touch nothin
Sayin you blast niggas and clap cars
I get a back massage from a bad european
And switch my bird every season
And I'm rollin up my treason
But my question is, give me one reason to let you live
But you good at talkin your way outta shit i bet you is
So i sex ur wiz, kill u and leave ya wife left with kids
Ghetto black widow
What nigga, my mac glitto
Attack ya hitto
It's like pimp talk wit a limp walk
And crazy dough is what I'm in for
Somethin you bent off, but couldn't touch
Scream you got guns but wouldn't bust
Never fuck wit niggas out a my circle I don't trust

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