Life On The Lïne ft. ZaZaRacks Lyrics

Uh, Leggo, woke up in the trap, but in my eyes, I can't see a thing

That shit got me yellin' out for help, there's no one around to hear me sing

Body feel paralyzed, feelin' like I just can't move a thing

When they told me shake my foot, or yell out God, so bitch, I scream

When your life is on the line, this ain't no chess or check

You gotta make it up out the city before you lay to rest

I went to God to take them sins, hope they don't resurrect

When you lay down inside of that water, shit get deep and strange

I'm drug abuse, not drug usin', but my mind influence

Gotta get back for all that pain, that sound won't make it through it

Till my big brother how's that feel, I gotta spit the music

I probably stole his fuckin' verse but shit, I ain't abusin

I yell out fuck off, cause we gon' get revenge when we slide

I'm screamin' fuck the cops, cause he inside that

With no lights, I'm just tryna make it out

Can't be talkin' too bad on this life

I step in red with some lime, bitch, I'ma stay in my prime

Niggas talkin', how you niggas tryna act like y'all crew

These niggas pussy, and they clickin', a bro might just take a suit

If I get the gun, then niggas know I'm really quick to shoot

I'm the type, we nigga rap, I rap all up in the booth

Yeah, you niggas talkin' crazy, cause you know I chip my tooth

If I pull up with that boy, then you know I let it loose

Like a motherfuckin' screw, he got the Glock , I got the duce

I'm drunk as hell up in this bitch, I'm mixin' Henny with the juice

Like Cosmigos, make her freak up, she gon' suck all on the crew

This bitch keep askin' why I'm tellin' lies, lil' bitch, it's just the truth

Just like a troop, we march up in your shit, we walkin' for the loot

Might walk him down inside these motherfuckin' boots, I'm ready to

I'm feelin' super fuckin' ranked up in this bitch, like I'm a vet

Like purple hearts up on my motherfuckin' chest

Nigga, we next, boy, your life is on the line, this ain't no trick or chase

Gotta make it up out the city before you litterin

I'm with the God about them sins, hope they don't raise the ranks

When you lay down inside of that water, see your deepest trance

Pullin' trishaw, bro, just cashed out inside of the studio

And my money long, three bitches on my phone, soundin' like Julio

Get the rat up out my fuckin' face before I murder, dude

Mad as hell up on this fuck, cuz this the shit they murder through

Got me yellin' through my gutter, out that cell, I never trust a plea

When he burn that nigga around me, I'm lookin' like, who the fuck is you

I said, nigga, serious, inside of that car, we swervin', bustin' you

Swervin' got me motherfuckin' urchin', nigga, let's fuckin' do it

Boy, your life is on the line, this ain't no trick or chase

You gotta make it up out the city before you lay ta Rest