Ace Liberachi - Life Bid Lyrics

Shit get real man
As real as it gets
The hittas don't miss
I flooded my wrist
My bitch so bad
I'm going up
She going down
Money go round
That's Bags on bags
Why would I quit
Why would I fold
That ain't the way to put food on the stove
I keep it lit
Stick to code
Road to the money the path that I choose
And I'm going in fasho fasho
And I'm going in Like a life bid
And I'm going in fasho fasho
I'm going off like a light switch
And I'm going in fasho fasho
Im going in no indictments
And Im I'm Going in fasho fasho
I'm going in fasho fasho fasho
Baby just told me she love me
It's hard to believe it
I can't get distracted
I been in love with my grind
Mind on my money
My only attachment
Ducked off designing my fashion
I went to Compton to f*ck on my ratchet
She F*ck wit me strictly off talent
We F*ck every week to keep balance
My 9 millimeter hold 30
I Roll wit my OG from 30s
My Money went clean from dirty
I'm Ballin on niggas like Curry
I'm Passing on hoes like Magic
I stay in the hood like mechanics
She lied when she told she cramping
She came to my crib wit no panties
My Foot on they neck and they panicked dude
She give me neck like a attitude
I'm living like f*ck the rules
The way that I'm feeling is such a mood
Gang gang we in first first place
LA city my birthplace
And
You know I'm on
You know I'm lit
You know I stay with the shits
As real as it gets
The hittas don't miss
I flooded my wrist
My bitch so bad
I'm going up
She going down
Money go round
That's Bags on bags
Why would I quit
Why would I fold
That ain't the way to put food on the stove
I keep it lit
Stick to code
Road to the money the path that I choose
And I'm going in fasho fasho
And I'm going in Like a life bid
And I'm going in fasho fasho
I'm going off like a light switch
And I'm going in fasho fasho
Im going in no indictments
And Im I'm Going in fasho fasho
I'm going in fasho fasho fasho
Off white in my suitcase
Gucci shades on my bitch face
Pour up pour up More Dusse
More money less bullshit
Less hoes more women
More Kings less niggas
God bless all real shit
More work less bItching
Gang gang stay legit ride with the clique
Til we til we get rich aw yea
Ride to the wheels fall off
Been a good year
Need my name all on a blimp shit
I came from the trenches
That's Dollars and cents and
Commas on commas
I need my dollars
And That ain't the half
You do the math
I triple a bag
Baguettes on my wrist
My Haters is pissed
I'm Lottery picked
The Cream of the crop
I Smoke by the crop
The coupe is a drop
Convertible top
I push a lil button and pop out a glock
Like F*ck all the opps
I F*ck on my thot
I'm feeling like pac
As real as it gets
The hittas don't miss
I flooded my wrist
My bitch so bad
I'm going up
She going down
Money go round
That's Bags on bags
Why would I quit
Why would I fold
That ain't the way to put food on the stove
I keep it lit
Stick to code
Road to the money the path that I choose
And I'm going in fasho fasho
And I'm going in Like a life bid
And I'm going in fasho fasho
I'm going off like a light switch
And I'm going in fasho fasho
Im going in no indictments
And Im I'm Going in fasho fasho
I'm going in fasho fasho fasho
Shit can get real
Shit can get real
Shit can get real
As real as it gets
As real as real as real as it gets yea yea yea yea yea yea
The shit can get real
The shit can get real
As real as gets
Flooded my wrist
Yea yea My bitch so bad
I triple a bag
This shit can get real
I Stay in the field
This shit can get real
As real as it gets