Sick with the, huh? What you wanna call it
Call me a rapper, call me a artist
Call me that fool there, You can call me retarded
Passing gas on the mic you can tell that I farted
Came from the Bronx, that where it's started
Came from the Bronx, that's where I'm starting
Looking for my market, gettin closer to my target
Sound, breaking down, holding down
Ain't no body like me walkin around
I'm just tryna, play myself outta the bounds
I'm just tryna, to dig myself out of the ground
I'm just tryna, hold out, get to another round
Oh, hit it one time for the street
Oh, hit it one time for the beast
Oh, hit it one time for the beat
Oh, Hit it 2DAY for the lease
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
How you doing, 2Day
Shaking like pockets, loose change
I'm just tryna work on some new thangs
Giving you options, new strains
Playing my life witta cheat code
I got the key, beast mode
I got the sun, heat mode
Bare witness and behold
Living through time gonna take time
I'm just tryna live not waste time
Some fast ones, wanna race time
Not me, I just wanna take my
Time
They say time is money I say that's a
Lie
But everybody's right, everybody's right
Bang wit it, (Ha) shot town
Running with the ball tryna run the clock down
Bang wit it, (Ha) shot town
Running with the ball tryna run the clock down
Bang wit it, (Ha) shot town
Running with the ball tryna run the clock down
Bang wit it, (Ha) shot town
Running with the ball tryna run the clock down
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Livin la vida loca, im blowing up like a bottle of soda
Soda
Livin la vida loca, im blowing up like a bottle of soda
Soda
Looking like game over baby girl you know it's over
They need to just pass controllers over here
I could look myself in the eyes when i'm in the mirror
And say that I love you there's nothing to fear
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
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Sick with the, huh? What you wanna call it
Call me a rapper, call me a artist
Call me that fool there, You can call me retarded
Passing gas on the mic you can tell that I farted
Came from the Bronx, that where it's started
Came from the Bronx, that's where I'm starting
Looking for my market, gettin closer to my target
Sound, breaking down, holding down
Ain't no body like me walkin around
I'm just tryna, play myself outta the bounds
I'm just tryna, to dig myself out of the ground
I'm just tryna, hold out, get to another round
Oh, hit it one time for the street
Oh, hit it one time for the beast
Oh, hit it one time for the beat
Oh, Hit it 2DAY for the lease
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
How you doing, 2Day
Shaking like pockets, loose change
I'm just tryna work on some new thangs
Giving you options, new strains
Playing my life witta cheat code
I got the key, beast mode
I got the sun, heat mode
Bare witness and behold
Living through time gonna take time
I'm just tryna live not waste time
Some fast ones, wanna race time
Not me, I just wanna take my
Time
They say time is money I say that's a
Lie
But everybody's right, everybody's right
Bang wit it, (Ha) shot town
Running with the ball tryna run the clock down
Bang wit it, (Ha) shot town
Running with the ball tryna run the clock down
Bang wit it, (Ha) shot town
Running with the ball tryna run the clock down
Bang wit it, (Ha) shot town
Running with the ball tryna run the clock down
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Livin la vida loca, im blowing up like a bottle of soda
Soda
Livin la vida loca, im blowing up like a bottle of soda
Soda
Looking like game over baby girl you know it's over
They need to just pass controllers over here
I could look myself in the eyes when i'm in the mirror
And say that I love you there's nothing to fear
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Call me a rapper, call me a artist
Call me that fool there, You can call me retarded
Passing gas on the mic you can tell that I farted
Came from the Bronx, that where it's started
Came from the Bronx, that's where I'm starting
Looking for my market, gettin closer to my target
Sound, breaking down, holding down
Ain't no body like me walkin around
I'm just tryna, play myself outta the bounds
I'm just tryna, to dig myself out of the ground
I'm just tryna, hold out, get to another round
Oh, hit it one time for the street
Oh, hit it one time for the beast
Oh, hit it one time for the beat
Oh, Hit it 2DAY for the lease
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
How you doing, 2Day
Shaking like pockets, loose change
I'm just tryna work on some new thangs
Giving you options, new strains
Playing my life witta cheat code
I got the key, beast mode
I got the sun, heat mode
Bare witness and behold
Living through time gonna take time
I'm just tryna live not waste time
Some fast ones, wanna race time
Not me, I just wanna take my
Time
They say time is money I say that's a
Lie
But everybody's right, everybody's right
Bang wit it, (Ha) shot town
Running with the ball tryna run the clock down
Bang wit it, (Ha) shot town
Running with the ball tryna run the clock down
Bang wit it, (Ha) shot town
Running with the ball tryna run the clock down
Bang wit it, (Ha) shot town
Running with the ball tryna run the clock down
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Livin la vida loca, im blowing up like a bottle of soda
Soda
Livin la vida loca, im blowing up like a bottle of soda
Soda
Looking like game over baby girl you know it's over
They need to just pass controllers over here
I could look myself in the eyes when i'm in the mirror
And say that I love you there's nothing to fear
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Post up
I can feel I'm only getting closer
Do I wanna sell my soul No sir
I am livin la vida loca
Writer: Walter Redden
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid