The Life

Yeah

It's Young Khalifa man, Curren$y the Hot Spitta

Look in the mirror man, ask yourself one thing

How Fly, yeah

Foot on the gas, I'm fast living, picture me

I ain't have no pot to piss in now im checking bags

Chief and hash with politicans, helicopter pads

Some hoes to get to know and hella Zags, no tags

I ain't one to brag, but if you ain't trying to hear

About the money drugs and women then I ain't one to ask

Smoke so much that I'm going brain dead

Hoes mad at me cause my phone off until my plane land

I tell her whoa, slow down baby

The Spitta with me, it's enough to go round lady

You drive by, I give her wings Redbull and Jim buckets

A couple of paper planes

Broadcasting my name over Internet airwaves

Bitches hear me on Twitter put my music on there Myspace pages, yeah

If you smoke then roll up and play this

Me and Hot Spitta come where the planes is

She said she wants to sip Clicquot on my living room floor

Smoke weed hang with other famous people I know

Gain access to exculsive places I go

Lavish and dangerous, this the life I chose

But I wouldn't change it for nothing

Sex, money and drugs, runways, sports cars, and luggage

Better to be somebody for one day

Then to be a nobody for your whole life so fuck it

Yeah get the cork out the bottles

Put the purp in the easy wider

Spitta in the house, hide your lighters, I take 'em

A case of mistaken identity

My bad fool I could of swore I brought this one in with me

In the cinnamon interior

Not tinted early 80's box Chevy with a Crate engine

Hijacking your women, you left her unattended

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fly when I'm on that liqour

The way of the samauri, I got my chi centered

Sharp as blades, these bars I lay

Forever the player and never played

I slay them bitches I never save

Bomb ass trees they get blazed

Palm trees we use them for the shade

What else can I say I got it made

Like I had it built, Taylor Gang or get killed, yeah