Life - AZ

You know what it is, turn my mic up

Turn my muh’fuckin' mic up on these faggot ass niggas

THAT’S MY WORD…

I’m linked to the loonies, yeah a live wire

Though I think like them Sunnis, shit, I never tire

Social drinker if you knew me

Plus, I’m a buyer

All bottles on me baby (baby.), put your bids in

Without a plan I just ran, and I slid in

Hundred grand, now we fam, I could fit in

Fake love from these Matrix thugs

So move, nothin' personal, or take these slugs

I’m back, the MAC double, clap

Strap to the lap in the hatch back

With the duffle pack, puffin' a sack

I never nap, but I see niggas sleep on me

So for that, I’ma make 'em sleep eternally

AZ the archangel, my smarts is tangled

So I could dumb at any time or send them sharks to bang you

Chains dangle, charms all glossy and lit

So like that shit Flava Flav said, stay off his dick

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get yo' shit right, nigga

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get yo' shit right, muh’fucka

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get yo' shit right

Or get your bitch ass bodied tonight

First the, Lex off the lot then the Jag came next

Then them cheques started pop, and these crabs got vex

But when you, fresh off the block, you just laugh at threats

So baby pa, I’m a star for real, so no stress

One of the best that made that transition, sold the Beamer

Never a bitch nigga, stand pissin', got a, cold demeanor

Full of that ambition, still, hold the Nina

So no disrespect, but don’t be a

I’m a steamer, puff trees consecutively

Classic shit all day like, B.I.G

Passionate, how I spit on this M-I-C

So pardon me, but y’all puffers better PYT

I am he, the most hated, but the ho’s favorite

Flows flagrant, hall of famer like Joe Namath

You know I’m heinous, so why violate my slot?

I’m as serious as a Muslim when he makin Salah

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get yo' shit right, nigga

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get yo' shit right, muh’fucka

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get yo' shit right

Or get your bitch ass bodied tonight

Made for the silver screens, vocals is vivid

Play the shade in the Philippines, I, blow through some digits

Still a fiend for the illest jeans, I’m supposed to live it

Was chose, like them Gucci soles that expose the signatures

No limit from the start, never seen a finish

With heart and a little smarts, proceeds is endless

It depends on what mark is left, if a OG’s remembered

And how I chow was just part of my style, hear me now?

Cross paths with the craziest that, had no conscience

You know that kingpin, 80's shit, when they spaz they monsters

Get ya ass found chopped up in a trash bag in Yonkers

Thank God they only rappin' today, it’s that real

I know some big wills that’s still tryin' to, appeal they case

Baby face, biddin' niggas since '88

So I’ma skate 'til I slip and, shipped upstate

I know y’all hatin' ass niggas can’t wait, muh’fuckas…

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get yo' shit right, nigga

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get yo' shit right, muh’fucka

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get yo' shit right

Or get your bitch ass bodied tonight

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get yo' shit right, nigga

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get yo' shit right, muh’fucka

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Get yo' shit right

Or get your bitch ass bodied tonight