Lyrics: Ethan Codylee Graham
Music: Ethan Codylee Graham
One, two, three, for life (For life)
For life (For life, what?)
For life (For life, what?)
For life (For life, what?)
For life (For life, what?)
I been racing with my death, can't catch me (What?)
Life a bitch, but she so damn sexy (Hell, yeah)
Hard rock with my metal, chain heavy, but it's **** ICE, I ain't Wayne Gretzky (Yeah)
Swear the game been cooked since the rest these rap niggas all use the same recipees (Yeah-yeah-yeah)
Bitch, I do what I want, they ain't let me, it's Columbinе before a nigga tried to tеst me (Bop-bop-bop)
What the ****? Only been skill, never been luck
Only move forward, never been stuck (Nah)
No white hoes in this all black truck
Whole lot of hate, but there's even more love
Whole lot of posers in here, yuck (One more song)
They ain't had enough, bitch, I'ma stunt 'til my ****in' time up
For life (For life, what?)
For life (For life, what?)
For life (For life, what?)
For life
I been racing with my death, can't catch me (What?)
This my calling, pussy don't text me (Or what ho?)
You don't gotta like me, but respect me
Other than a payment, niggas can't check me (Yeah)
Broke through the pavement, rose in the concrete
Stunt on a hater, punch on a Nazi
Every ****ing beat bodied, they gon' have to kill me if they want to stop me
Yeah, haha