Sonic Law$ - Life Insurance (Cold Killa) Lyrics

My life insurance aint legit
I gotta get back on my shit
I gotta stack up all my chips
I gotta rip up all my shit

I'm tryna get stocked up on my blessings
Hope the paster dont dub my shit

Had a little set back
Stupid nigga tryna get a get back
Tryna get respect back
Even if give I gotta rock a nigga witta head tap

Gotta get on my shit
Tired of smelling my own shit

F*ck em
Tell em dont bump my shit

Ima play it loud when I f*ck yo bitch
I ain't got no insurance on me
I ain't got nothin to lose so quit it

Bet ya bottom dollar
Endurance on fleek
Dont push me
Turn me to a
Cold killer

Im tryna get a come up
In the booth straight write till the suns up

Heavy du-ty work
Get ya buns up

I
Shoot 3s on these beats
Get my point? Ah!

Moving work cuz my niggas gotta bun up
You the type to get hype
Put ya gun up
Im the type to get high
Put a blunt up

Tell the tooka to give you a lunge up

Lungs f*cked
Im never going to heaven
Forever cursed
I be sinning by the second
With every Verse
Ima call you out ya bullshit
It works out all you niggas get a full clip

You deceieve your brothers
We supposed to never leave each other
I hope you got a decent mother
To teach you what its like to struggle
Cuz

I was tryna be the first to make some happiness happen
Cuz we cant be so clueless forever
Hoping nobody catch us
But
We all victims in a little system called life
And we beef with our cabbage
Got me thinkin ima meathead
Who cant even put a little bit of green on that grass

Cuz my

My life insurance aint legit
I gotta get back on my shit
I gotta stack up all my chips
I gotta rip up all my shit

I'm tryna get stocked up on my blessings
And the Pastor done dubbed my shit

Well

F*ck em
Tell him dont bump my shit

Ima play it loud when I f*ck his bitch
I ain't got no insurance on me
I ain't got nothin to lose so quit it

Bet ya bottom dollar
Endurance on fleek
Dont push me
Turn me to a
Cold killer

Ayee
Bitch
Wait
Sit

Did you just say that I could hit?
Hey

Could we just smoke another nick?
Wait

Did I just f*ck another bitch?
Well

You gotta know I'm really with the shits
Dam

I probably gonna end up
Witta kid
Swear to god
Gotta stop
Wilin wit my dick

I remember days in the bx deli
Summer time stuff ice cream in my belly
Posted on the stoop always lookin war ready
Now I ball steady
Everything 4 Spedi

Niggas ain't have remorse for me
So I show no mercy to the planet

Tryna be next in nirvana
But my life insurance been as low as my dick

Because

My shit
Just ain't legit
I gotta get back on my shit
I gotta stack up all my chips
I gotta rip up all my shit

I'm tryna get stocked up on my blessings
Hope the paster dont dub my shit

Had a little set back
Stupid nigga tryna get a get back
Tryna get respect back
Even if give I gotta rock a nigga witta head tap

Gotta get on my shit
Tired of smelling my own shit

F*ck em
Tell em don't bump my shit

Ima play it loud when I f*ck yo bitch
I ain't got no insurance on me
I ain't got nothin to lose so quit it

Bet ya bottom dollar
Endurance on fleek
Don't push me
Turn me to a
Cold killer