Lifestyles Of The Broke & Infamous Lyrics

Lifestyles Of The Broke & Infamous - B E A R

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“Ye ye,Ye….Soulful Soul,(Bear in the Midst)

Hook:

We on the hustle till we see better days ye

Get the guap and get the hell out this place ye

I’ve been dealing with the cards I was delt

I took a train to get the bag but my shit got derailed ye

So what’s the price for a black mans life

Cos money and power determine what a black mans worth

I am invisible to their eyes like them shits don’t work

Just another day of being so infamous and broke

It’s hard to deal with the pressure that’s inside of my mind

When you have to choose between new Jordans and studio time

The pictures I’m painting,they never see,these suckers is blind

But we won’t quit till the Rollie shine and we property buying ye!

I done lost touch with reality for a minute

and cut ties with some homies they was f#*king up my vision

I grew up with that nigga,ye I know but I can’t trust him

And if you can’t beat them you better bounce nigga f#*k em huh

On the move,I’m tryna perfect the craft,you know

The rhymes not so flawless,the flow’s sloppy

A lifestyle of the broke and infamous like 96’ Mobb Deep

I got animals instincts like 96’ Mobb Deep ye

and thank God for Miss Afeni Shakur

For giving birth to the Legend that made Me Against The World

but now it me against the world Pac

On this road to riches,the bliss,diamonds and pearls I’m positive we’ll

accumulate the networth

So I’m plotting on getting the wealth,so you can see me skirting off in a Wraith

I ain’t gotta go to church for this kind of faith that I have ima pop off soon

Mama wish me well! Ye

We on the hustle till we see better days ye

Get the guap and get the hell out this place ye

I’ve been dealing with the cards I was delt

I took a train to get the bag but my shit got derailed ye

I swear anxiety is sending me to the end of me

I’m younging,Dumbing and having fun with this rapping shit

My hair’s blonde,my pride’s heavy,my pen’s crazy

I’m out for Rands,Kwachas and Presidents to represent me

I been smoking by myself,get high and fly to Neverland

Mahn I’ve been stacking dough you can’t f#*k with my pocket plans

To compensate for times a nigga ain’t had enough so tell the label if they signing

I need me my advance

I dumb it down so y’all can feel me like Braille

But paint pictures in these bars like Picasso in a cell

Cos I’m a legend,been known it since the early age of 12

When you had Daddy Funds,me I was wrestling L’s

I was a nuisance in my adolescence

I saw my parents divorce and I’ve been smoking since

I’ve got sense I ain’t saying that was the cause of it

But nothing was the same when James gave me a joint to hit

And then I hooked,shook hands with the plugs and and the crooks

My grades f#*king up,cos I was never reading them books

Late nights just bumping rap and brushing up on my hooks

and now we ready for the game we gon pop off soon

You know the great Ali once said

“A man with no imagination is a man with no wings”

So dream on my nigga….Ye!

That’s a wrap!