The Life - Yukmouth, Jay Rock, Ya Boy

Yeah, I remember just sittin' in that strap house, should I say the crack house

Steady movin' packs out

I remember just sittin' in that strap house (strap house)

Yeah, I remember just sittin' in that strap house, should I say the crack house

If your life (if your life)

Is like mine (is like mine)

You will grind (you will grind)

You will shine (you will shine)

I get mine (I get mine)

Day and night (day and night)

Do it feel (do it feel), oversized (oversized)

Livin' the life, uh, uh

The life, uh, uh

Livin' the life, uh, uh

The life, uh, uh

Yeah, we used to be like, damn we need more sluts

Now we feelin' ourselves like, they can’t afford us

I never toured much, now I got a tour bus

Wife beater rock star rockin' with ya boy Yuk

Uck!

Look like the bay in the building

Banana clips whole bunch of Ks in the building

Nigga don’t worry about gettin' grazed in the building

Bodies drop, souls gettin' raised in the building

Ooops, did I go off subject?

I ain’t mean to, sometime my brain just does that

Honestly I feel it’s the result of gettin' money

Ever since I got my money, feel like everybody want me

But how could I ever forget that everybody loves me

Got the whole west coast ready to ride for me

So nigga, you get mad and Imma get paid

You see, I make bitches, and you just bitch made

Okay!

It’s Yuk!

I get paper, while you player haters stay broke

White S-550 you could go to space, walk

All black Barre Ta, leave you wetter than a rain coat

Comin' for that cheddar like that wells-fargo stage coach

Bank role, bank role, killers on that pay role

Lost in that hate smoke, boss in the Range Rove

Box full of legos, pot full of prego

Yayo like rave 4, ballin' out like mayo

Every single weekend, catch me on the road

New city, new shows, new money, new hoes

New row, bottles poppin' outside new rows

Ride, drive, head, Phantom suicide two doors

Condo and no ho the team get more dough

And on the D-low I don’t give a fuck about no ho

Packs of that dough dough

Bricks for the low low

Trunks full of ice cubes, playin' with a yo yo

Yeah!

I remember just sittin' in that strap house

Should I say the crack house

Steady movin' packs out

At the table with the Ks and the macs out

Work on the table, got that fire, you can ask 'round

Yeah, but now a nigga rappin' now

Hit the road for 40 days then I’m back in town

Do it big like Godzilla, if God willing

I get billions, come back and buy buildings

Yeah, on the grind for me and my children

We gotta eat cause being broke’s a cold feeling

Two stories, money stacked to both ceilings

Skydiving, rock climbing, and boat trailing

Tryin' to take from me, I gotta smoke melons

Bust the head of witness, boy, there’s no tellin'

Yeah, the way that I’m shinin' got my foes jealous

Yeah, my money retarded, nigga, I’m so special

Livin' the life, uh, uh

The life, uh, uh

Livin' the life, uh, uh

The life, uh, uh