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Lifestyles of the insane East side thug nigga, I'm the shit, you a shit-stain I let the boxframe switch lanes Not a pretty nigga, but I got some game for a bitch brain And I lay it on so thick Charge it all to a broad, heard a pimp nigga quote this And I'm allergic to a broke bitch I think I need my medicine, I had to po' up 'fore I wrote this And doing dirt will keep a nigga with a deep pocket Dope fiends and the cluckheads keep shopping Steady praying that the yayo keep clocking Keep a strap 'cause the jackboys keep robbing Got me pulling up slow Whip another clip and put my pedal to the floor Slammin' Cadillac doors, working wood like a pro Ass sit on nothing but that leather, whatcha know, how ya livin nigga? Lifestyles of the insane Roll the kill, pop a pill, crack a seal, I resist pain Niggas looking for that big stain Dirt weed, dog food, fye kush, niggas flip caine Think I lost my religion Stepping on a pack, break em off in the kitchen Chevy topped off with the chrome in the engine Niggas gotta floss, that's the cost of this pimpin, I'mma pull up slow I'ma pull up slow Candy paint dripping from my cadillac door I'mma pull up slow, I'mma pull up slow Run up with the mask, put them hoes on the floor I'mma pull up slow, I'mma pull up slow Run up with the mask, put them hoes on the floor I'mma pull up slow, I'mma pull up slow Candy paint dripping from my cadillac door I'mma pull up slow It's the muddy cut moonwalker, nightstalker Motherfuckin' white chalker, might've caught ya In the streets with your pants down Tell em call the paramedics, nigga man down, ease up If ya thuggin' get ya G's up And never fake, never fraud, never fold, never freeze up A black mask, black tee'd up The motherfuckin' dope game feed us, how ya livin' nigga? And rest in peace to my motherfuckin' homeboy But hold ya tears, he ain't die, he just a fuckboy You might as well be a dead man in my eyes 2-2-3 sucker free when I ride Freddie Kane, Freddie Corleone Selling thangs to the smokers in the mobile homes A pack of backwoods, dirty styrofoam and a pocket full of stones And my cadillac Broham, I'mma pull up slow I'ma pull up slow Candy paint dripping from my cadillac door I'mma pull up slow, I'mma pull up slow Run up with the mask, put them hoes on the floor I'mma pull up slow, I'mma pull up slow Run up with the mask, put them hoes on the floor I'mma pull up slow, I'mma pull up slow Candy paint dripping from my cadillac door I'mma pull up slow