Text: Belly. Other. Let Me Live.

Yall spend too much time talking about us
I know u should spend some time tryin to make some money
Cuz u broke, u know that right
Now yall should just let me live man
Get on your grind; get on your hustler (c'mon)

Why can't y'all just let me live
Go live your life let me live
Why can't y'all just let me live
Let me live let me live [x2]

Before it was known to be sold
And I was known the hustler
When I were holdin, heatin my hand
Without the other men
Back then I was on some other shit
I got out the game now I'm hopin that my brothers quit
With all the crazy shit they fucking with
I know if another family member go in and make my mother sick
I'm goin crazy and you lovin it
Tell the hood stay up
Tell the government to suck a dick
They dragged this through the gutter shit
That's why I'm bringin up anybody that I suffer with
Check the stats; I'm behind more than the couple wits
One album aint enough, I had to do a double diss
When u this high, there's no way down look
My money long like the O.J trial
People worried like what's he gone say now
I'm ready for war, just give me the ok sal (haha)

Why can't y'all just let me live
Go live your life let me live
Why can't y'all just let me live
Let me live let me live [x2]

Yea I know where my track list is
Being the illest with flow stackin dough in the rap business
It's true the power attract bitches (I'm pullin strings now)
Play around you get blacklisted
We got the game in the figure four
They dealin with four figures
We at least four figures more
No sugar coatin i just spit a bra
It's like an auction (auction)
We started a bitter war
Heard them sayin how u guys may feel
I went from rax to bitches
How you sayin I aint real
You sittin in the drive way still
My life feel the same as the left lane on the highway field
A businessman is what I have become
Building an empire my kids' kids' kids could eat from (its true)
It aint personal, it's strictly buiss
All they talk about is me
Damn let me live (c'mon)

Why can't y'all just let me live
Go live your life let me live
Why can't y'all just let me live
Let me live let me live [x2]

I have belly is this, belly is that
You want my shit for run and tell us girl belly is whack
And never be belly any jealous of that
Never dropped sometin at the level with belly is zack
Putting it out, that was like sellin them crack
The hood love it how I'm telling the facts
Dog, you aint a G You just fell in the trap
Please, real G's go through hell and come back
Hearin the gossip is becoming exhausted
It's to the point, where I probably need a gun to my coffin
The truth is I don't hail
When the money is talking
I had to put the album out
And stun em' like Austin
Look, they want me dead cuz I took the crown
Yea you mu'fucka don't stand there and look around
They treatin hard us like they hookers now
This is knowledge, I hope you pickin up what im puttin down

Why can't y'all just let me live
Go live your life let me live
Why can't y'all just let me live
Let me live let me live [x2]