Ghvstz & CGB - D.4.T.S. Lyrics

Yeah
I live for this shit and imma die for this shit
Imma bleed, imma sweat, imma cry for this shit
Stay wit' a down shawty who gon' ride for this shit
And broski keep the 9 incase they try me for this shit
I live for this shit and imma die for this shit
Got caught up in the mix, way too high for this shit
Pushin' weight, catch a case, n imma lie for this shit
And if 12 up in the ends, imma hide for this shit
Name someone going harder in the paint (in the paint)
Just tryna see the stars up in the Wraith (skrt skrt skrt)
Been cooking off the juice, no Minute Maid (nah)
How he don't leave the ends, still somehow making plays, yeah (woah)
Need a whip, push to start, no keys, like
New hood for my momma, no fiends, like
Need to start manifesting these dreams, like
Tryna thumb blue deads, no green, like
Need a counter to add up the cream, like
No new friends, same team, like
Bring a few 'phones back to O.T, like
Mans been feeling like Kawhi in this shit
Cause I be hitting 3's, crunch time in this shit
And when I'm gone, I know they won't survive in this shit
I'm sick of being humble, gon' get mines in this shit
I live for this shit and imma die for this shit
Imma bleed, imma sweat, imma cry for this shit
Stay wit' a down shawty who gon' ride for this shit
And broski keep the 9 incase they try me for this shit
I live for this shit and imma die for this shit
Got caught up in the mix, way too high for this shit
Pushin' weight, catch a case, n imma lie for this shit
And if 12 up in the ends, imma hide for this shit
Yo, CG, can't go, yo
I just pulled up with my dawgs
Was so used to hitting them frauds
I got the money in palms
Earned it, you know I'm the don
I just been praying to God
I had to break a few laws
Been working through all my flaws
I had to find a new cause
Spending cash on all the KAWS
Murakami for my Mom
I'm just gon' drip when I floss
I'm just gon' drip wit' my bag
Working double for my bag
Working so much, they think I'm insane
Yeah they probably right, I am
Tryna put on for my mans
Tryna put on for myself
I need the money and health
I do it all for my fans
I'm doing this shit for my health
Tryna blow up on the shelves
Tryna blow up on the low
I ain't never doing blow
Yeah, the green it keep me high
I don't need to touch the snow
Even in the winter cold
I be floatin' like my flows
Yeah, the homie VCTR knows
We 'bout to f*ck up a show
We 'bout to make all the gold
And plaques from records we sold
Man, you should know
I live for this shit and imma die for this shit
Imma bleed, imma sweat, imma cry for this shit
Stay wit' a down shawty who gon' ride for this shit
And broski keep the 9 incase they try me for this shit
I live for this shit and imma die for this shit
Got caught up in the mix, way too high for this shit
Pushin' weight, catch a case, n imma lie for this shit
And if 12 up in the ends, imma hide for this shit