Stow days, they know that life is life
Life come and go, and my life is great
Even when it ain't, yeah
Been at the bottom, aiming for the top
Still climbing, nigga, non-stop
Winning over everything
How the f*ck could I lose, nigga
When I'm coming from the bottom
Coming from that bottom
Niggas say, get up
You know we got love
Drop love
Yeah
Life come and go
I remember cooking in my stow days
Now the street crazy, so I still be looking both ways
Yeah
I might shoot a nigga for road rage
Out there dirty, nigga, wore them clothes for four days
And I ain't even thinking about switching
I do another four days in my mama kitchen
Yeah
When we was cooking on them stow days
Niggas told me I move crazy, so crazy
Yeah
How the f*ck I'm supposed to lose to that
These niggas pussy in my eyes, I ain't confusing that
They talking crazy over there, but never over here
Put them on my cleats, that means that they just under me
Yeah
Then I guess I am the Christmas tree
Because how the f*ck I'm going to move their presence under me
Yeah
And if I'm lit, it's because I'm posted
These niggas pussy, nigga, couldn't get close to me
The groceries that I got, I got to put them in the crib
My mothers, my kids, and then these niggas talking shit
You know we run up in they crib
How the f*ck I'm supposed to pause, my nigga, when I live this
Yeah
Was broke as f*ck, but I still woke them up
Ain't got a hundred on me if I slip
You know what's up
A hundred shots, a hundred drops, and we going to run up, nigga
But listen, don't you be the one I come up, nigga
Already got somebody, but I don't talk about them shits
Because you ain't nobody till you got a body
And I don't got to say that I'm a killer
Because everybody knows, I'm a real nigga
And I ain't got no snotty nose
We still keep it a hundred
And niggas know my shotty blows
Yeah
Niggas know my shotty blows
And where you going
Can't nobody go
Nigga, where you going
Can't nobody go
You got to carry that shit all along
You got to carry that shit all along
That's why I carry this shit all along
Late night, I run it all the way
I run it all the way
Run it all the way
Because where you going
Can't nobody go
Where I'm going, can't nobody go
So I carry this shit all the way home
That's why I carry this shit all the way
Burn everything home
Life come and go
I remember cooking in my slow days
King Hansom - Freestyle part 30 (life come in go) Lyrics
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Stow days, they know that life is life
Life come and go, and my life is great
Even when it ain't, yeah
Been at the bottom, aiming for the top
Still climbing, nigga, non-stop
Winning over everything
How the f*ck could I lose, nigga
When I'm coming from the bottom
Coming from that bottom
Niggas say, get up
You know we got love
Drop love
Yeah
Life come and go
I remember cooking in my stow days
Now the street crazy, so I still be looking both ways
Yeah
I might shoot a nigga for road rage
Out there dirty, nigga, wore them clothes for four days
And I ain't even thinking about switching
I do another four days in my mama kitchen
Yeah
When we was cooking on them stow days
Niggas told me I move crazy, so crazy
Yeah
How the f*ck I'm supposed to lose to that
These niggas pussy in my eyes, I ain't confusing that
They talking crazy over there, but never over here
Put them on my cleats, that means that they just under me
Yeah
Then I guess I am the Christmas tree
Because how the f*ck I'm going to move their presence under me
Yeah
And if I'm lit, it's because I'm posted
These niggas pussy, nigga, couldn't get close to me
The groceries that I got, I got to put them in the crib
My mothers, my kids, and then these niggas talking shit
You know we run up in they crib
How the f*ck I'm supposed to pause, my nigga, when I live this
Yeah
Was broke as f*ck, but I still woke them up
Ain't got a hundred on me if I slip
You know what's up
A hundred shots, a hundred drops, and we going to run up, nigga
But listen, don't you be the one I come up, nigga
Already got somebody, but I don't talk about them shits
Because you ain't nobody till you got a body
And I don't got to say that I'm a killer
Because everybody knows, I'm a real nigga
And I ain't got no snotty nose
We still keep it a hundred
And niggas know my shotty blows
Yeah
Niggas know my shotty blows
And where you going
Can't nobody go
Nigga, where you going
Can't nobody go
You got to carry that shit all along
You got to carry that shit all along
That's why I carry this shit all along
Late night, I run it all the way
I run it all the way
Run it all the way
Because where you going
Can't nobody go
Where I'm going, can't nobody go
So I carry this shit all the way home
That's why I carry this shit all the way
Burn everything home
Life come and go
I remember cooking in my slow days
Life come and go, and my life is great
Even when it ain't, yeah
Been at the bottom, aiming for the top
Still climbing, nigga, non-stop
Winning over everything
How the f*ck could I lose, nigga
When I'm coming from the bottom
Coming from that bottom
Niggas say, get up
You know we got love
Drop love
Yeah
Life come and go
I remember cooking in my stow days
Now the street crazy, so I still be looking both ways
Yeah
I might shoot a nigga for road rage
Out there dirty, nigga, wore them clothes for four days
And I ain't even thinking about switching
I do another four days in my mama kitchen
Yeah
When we was cooking on them stow days
Niggas told me I move crazy, so crazy
Yeah
How the f*ck I'm supposed to lose to that
These niggas pussy in my eyes, I ain't confusing that
They talking crazy over there, but never over here
Put them on my cleats, that means that they just under me
Yeah
Then I guess I am the Christmas tree
Because how the f*ck I'm going to move their presence under me
Yeah
And if I'm lit, it's because I'm posted
These niggas pussy, nigga, couldn't get close to me
The groceries that I got, I got to put them in the crib
My mothers, my kids, and then these niggas talking shit
You know we run up in they crib
How the f*ck I'm supposed to pause, my nigga, when I live this
Yeah
Was broke as f*ck, but I still woke them up
Ain't got a hundred on me if I slip
You know what's up
A hundred shots, a hundred drops, and we going to run up, nigga
But listen, don't you be the one I come up, nigga
Already got somebody, but I don't talk about them shits
Because you ain't nobody till you got a body
And I don't got to say that I'm a killer
Because everybody knows, I'm a real nigga
And I ain't got no snotty nose
We still keep it a hundred
And niggas know my shotty blows
Yeah
Niggas know my shotty blows
And where you going
Can't nobody go
Nigga, where you going
Can't nobody go
You got to carry that shit all along
You got to carry that shit all along
That's why I carry this shit all along
Late night, I run it all the way
I run it all the way
Run it all the way
Because where you going
Can't nobody go
Where I'm going, can't nobody go
So I carry this shit all the way home
That's why I carry this shit all the way
Burn everything home
Life come and go
I remember cooking in my slow days
Writer: julius robert Taylor
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