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Selected song name: Welcome 2 my life
Singer Name: A-Reece
Lyrics written by: A-Reece

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Yeah yeah n***a huh
Let it ride
Now look I know you tired of hearing this story and sh*t but f**k it


Baby boy drop the hits, baby boy copped a crib
Me and the gang I'm with, that's how the cash is split
Baby boy gone he missing, I'm never home I trip
Smoking on tangerine, this what I came up with
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit


Look at the gang I'm with, put her on gang it's lit
Checking the cheques that's it
Never go check a b*t*h
N***a on gang we living f**k would you lit up the gas sativa
Earning my stripes I did it, young n***a don't even wear no Adidas
Smoking that dank, different strain strawberry, diesel, the critical
Went to the bank f**k up a banky now we be smoking medicinal
Put her on gang she know we smoking on exodus cheese I'm Moses
She know I'm lit I'm loaded f**k up the bands and I gotta reload it
Ecco just got a new b*t*h, he bout the jump in the whip
That n***a gone that n***a awesome give me more money and d**k
Just got a crib it's lit she cannot leave without taking a pic
Look at my life it's lit, I do not know her but she want the d**k

Baby boy drop the hits, baby boy copped a crib
Me and the gang I'm with, that's how the cash is split
Baby boy gone he missing, I'm never home I trip
Smoking on tangerine, this what I came up with
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit


Til I'm off a hundred and fifty, my b*t*h is white like Britney
Run it up I'm on a mission, grant all my n***as they're wishes
Split up the guala division, I'm on my way to the riches
I took my young n***as with me now we all ball like pipin
These b*t*hes off white like Whitney, stacking a hundred and fifty
Stylez the plug he get it, you n***as ain't rich you milk it
Sipping on muddy filthy, smoking on bud, I'm busy
She wanna cuddle with me, young n***a gone she miss me
Young n***a trap it's a hobby, give her my number the lottery
Give her the pipe I'm bobby, now the b*t*h can't get a hold of me
Call her a cab I hop it pharmacy my n***a we cop it
Bought a new crib I'm popping just blew twenty racks on my carpet


Baby boy drop the hits, baby boy copped a crib
Me and the gang I'm with, that's how the cash is split
Baby boy gone he missing, I'm never home I trip
Smoking on tangerine, this what I came up with
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit
Look at my life it's lit