Live Ones Songtext
von Maino

Uh-huh, let me talk

Champagne to take the pain away

Couple laps to take the weight away

Tryna be legends before we fade away
Dug inside of that hole, mami, I found a way
Had to walk through hell to find heaven
That′s why we celebrate life like game seven
Last quarter, I'm shootin′ this for the win

Life deep, I'm divin', let′s swim, ayy
Richard Mille, this ain′t for the 'Gram
Hundred grand for a watch with a rubber band
Ran through Neimans, I feel Gucci
Get her drunk, then watch her eat coochie


Treat a famous chick like a thot though
Navigatin′ a Bentley over these potholes
Prayin' these keys open these locked doors
′Cause they want us to fail, how could we not know?
So I did it for the G's
Made us feel like we nothin′, we shouldn't dream
So we hustle for cars, riches, and things

And hopin' it′s not our mothers that grieve, ayy
We started off as inmates
Now I′m spotted in double-R's with ten plates
Can′t sleep, hear voices, I'm up late screamin′
You can't lose as long as you in a race

This here for all my live ones
Born a real nigga, promise to die one
For the mothers that gotta cry for ′em
Fuck the judge that took his life from him
Young girls with bills keepin' up
Had to resort to pickin' singles up

Only God can judge you
What′s in your heart can come true
I′m just livin' my life
I′m just tryna live, they think I ain't livin′ right
But I try, only God can judge me

I'm just livin′ my life
I'm just tryna live, they think I ain't livin′ right
But I try, only God can judge me


Life is what you make it, nigga

Talk on it, I′ma take it, nigga
We was the ones that your mother ain't want you hangin′ with
Pooch Loc was my cuzzo I started bangin' with

Dimes in my pocket way before I was a famous Crip
I might change the whip, change the fit, but I ain′t changin' shit
Gettin′ money off what I spit, that shit just ain't exist
I hate a, I hustle hard, been on some Maino shit
Can't be scared to go get no money, you gotta take a risk
That Rollie fake anyway, take that off before they take your wrist

Bandana made out a napkin, thought I was Jadakiss
Shit get real, you better pay your plug before you pay the rent
I ain′t for sniff, I make your best friend get on some hater shit
Before I bought a Patek, Jacob wrist, now they takin′ pics
I been down with Zoe Pound, they put me on that Haitian shit

Bob Marley papers and fronto on some Jamaican shit
We takin' photos, I can′t be on Shade Room with no naked chick
They know my name, I gotta trust the bitch that I wake up with

On God

This here for all my live ones
Born a real nigga, promise to die one
For the mothers that gotta cry for 'em
Fuck the judge that took his life from him
Young girls with bills keepin′ up
Had to resort to pickin' singles up

Only God can judge you
What′s in your heart can come true
I'm just livin' my life
I′m just tryna live, they think I ain′t livin' right
But I try, only God can judge me

I′m just livin' my life
I′m just tryna live, they think I ain't livin′ right
But I try, only God can judge me