Letras
Oh, it's Chris of Deacon
Mook got the keys jumpin'
This far from regular
I know every nick and crevice just like a janitor
Made six figures playin' artist and manager
Homie, don't get a dime 'til you can handle up
Take your time, man, I'm tellin' ya
Frankincense emerge when you enter my habitat
I'm only vibin' where the family at
I was raised by hustlers, my grandma made it off the cabbage patch
Lifestyle what I'm gettin' at
Lifestyle what I'm gettin' at (Lifestyle what I'm gettin' at)
Uh, said lifestyle what I'm gettin' at, woah
Uh, yeah, okay
Life far from perfect
Cannot be consumers, had to turn my dawgs to merchants
Everybody claim that they a dog, but they serpents
Go and get a bag and I ain't talkin' 'bout no purses
Gotta switch my lane, can't rock with enemies
Still got my soul and my inner peace, huh
Can't let them demons get the best of me
Go and touch grass, that's the recipe
Take care my family, keep a strong lady next to me
Strong lady next to me, we connect more than sexually
Some days she my secretary, others she my therapy
She love when I get in that mood, she cheerin' from the balcony
Gotta tell her chill, she grab her purse when they start followin' me
Yeah, that's just our lifestyle
We gettin' to it right now
In due time, I'll be the one sittin' in the pipeline
We on fire like Kion, don't you touch that iron
We on fire like Kion, don't you touch that iron
Keep workin' like this, you'll be winnin' again
We on fire like some piccolis
I know she hate that I ain't industry
Rather be where they gon' remember me
Them verses only ten a piece
Don't burn no bridge and please don't bend the key
Don't bite my hand and please don't envy me
Yeah, don't bite my hand and please don't envy me
Woah, uh, yeah, don't bite my hand and please don't envy me
This far from regular
I know every nick and crevice just like a janitor