Letra de Lifestyle - Dreamville

(Feat. Bas, A$AP Ferg)

Yeah

This lifestyle not for you, but it's for me, yeah

Dreamville's finest (Real shit)

Bas (Yeah)

DJ Drama (Woo, woo, woo)

Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should

Bentley Bentayga, the dash all wood

Niggas send payments, the backend good

Niggas got sense, but they act no good (Why?)

Slide through the lot and them bitches is starstruck

Hop in the ride that we took in the Tri

Couple lines in the truck and they all fuck (Woah)

They might say, "What's up?" when they see me 'round the city

But really, no reason to talk much

Dinner at Nice Guy, but no nice guys here

I'm toe-taggin', no Bilbo Baggins, y'all comin' up short

Take a recess, this a heat check, yeah (Coo-coo)

Shawty let me hit it quick as the CLEAR with the PreCheck (Woah)

This lifestyle not for you, but it's for me (What?)

Seen it myself for years, the vision is mine

Alone, just me, myself, no peers (Woah)

Yeah (Woo, woo, woo, let's work)

I don't know who hypin' them boys

I'm done givin' life for the noise

I give you my life from the source

I don't even write anymore, yeah (Gangsta, what?)

Get in and drove like it's whippin' the stove

That bitch break heart like habits

No days off, no Sabbath

No snakes in my yard, no rabbits (Woo, woo)

Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should (Yeah)

Bentley Bentayga, the dash all wood (Yeah)

Niggas send payment, the backend good (Yeah)

Niggas got sense, but they act no good (Why?)

Still the same money, this a band (Yeah)

I could probably feed the goddamn hood for a year or two (Yeah)

Stuck between stuntin' and a miracle (Coo-coo), for real

Let's explore the moment

Niggas ain't outside, they agoraphobic

If you see me live, nigga, you would know it

Hoes jumping on my dick, it do aerobics

Bas like P90X (Yeah, woah)

Boss-like, we write the checks now

Floss like we like to flex (Woo)

Bust down, bust down, bust down (Right, right, right, oh)

AMG, no bus now

Amiri jeans, SB Dunks with a Fiends tee, no button-down (Woo)

Respectfully, niggas blasphemy, don't fuck around (Ayy)

You fuck around if you wanna, you fuck around if you wanna

This lifestyle not for you, but it's for me (Woo), Bassy

Bas, I'ma go without the ad-libs

(Hoo, hoo) Huh, nah

Cigars in the booth and I puff it like poof

And I don't understand what got into me

Got a couple of troops that'll bust out the roof

If I'm ready to ride on my enemy

And you rappers that stole my identity

And I really know why you ain't feelin' me

I bust on the buck with Tiffany

And these bitches restore my agility

And I'm never rehearsin'

I'm makin' a million a verse just like Swizzy and Timothy

Never provoke with the G.O.A.T. 'cause I want all the smoke

You could call me a chimney

And I really want ass, but I settle for throat

I just ain't a dick rider, the widow's peak

Aim at your head when I kill the beat

Spaghetti, your shells like Italy (Woo, woo)

Never let a wishbone grow where a backbone should (Yeah)

Bentley Bentayga, the dash all wood (Yeah)

Niggas send payment, the backend good (Yeah)

Niggas got sense, but they act no good (Why?)

Still the same money, this a band (Yeah)

I could probably feed the goddamn hood for a year or two (Yeah)

Stuck between stuntin' and a miracle, for real

Alright, now close your eyes

Think about your wildest dreams

You ready?

And you still couldn't do this

Gangsta Grillz

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