It's time to toast for all the haters
Hold your bottles up in the sky
You just mad 'cause i made it
And i'm living that gangsta life
Wouldn't change a thing for nothing
This is how i'm living my life
Look at me now, Look at me now
Started here with no game, and no art in me
There was no father here, cocaine it's all is here
The young buck is saving up hustling all this shit
So they can fuck the club up and park anywhere
I lost houses, cars now i'm right back on
You packing 70 g I need this white pack on
I can't gloom jogs niggas did me wrong
But then you try to hide it all
When your kids is home I'm not trying to buy it all
I'm just trying to get on I try to get my hands off
I got too much to sit on and if you know
I know a better way still i refuse to do the thing
Seen 3 letters say see i can easily go to hell
Or go to jail today you say you wanna go to heaven
But you never pray they say i had a junk shop now
I'm selling ye but shawty wanna ride
In my drop seven train, ok, so fuck a hater nigga
It's time to toast for all the haters
Hold your bottles up in the sky
You just mad 'cause i made it
And i'm living that gangsta life
Wouldn't change a thing for nothing
This is how i'm living my life
Look at me now, Look at me now
All the peace and bullshit, I'll be on that can't hold me by hand
Cuffing me to a contract neither with no ready or playing
With this federal case I'm still ahead in your race
Now what you call that woo too bail in it ,with a bail in it
Can i get a bail in it 'Cause it got that smell in it
Rolled me, got money 'Till my hands swelling
You can teach the son how to walk, but can't stand for him
All my haters i'll be praying for 'em, I'm too high in the sky
And i won't land for 'em, and bankruptcy with a bank roll, what
You think i'm broke nigga I'm thinking no holmes I'm on my own
What i need a bank for, yeah, You watch your mind shawty
What i need to thank for besides who are you to tell me
Where i can't go and when you thank at my funeral
Take a little bow you know the saint ain't gonna hate, but the real no
It's time to toast for all the haters
Hold your bottles up in the sky
You just mad 'cause i made it
And i'm living that gangsta life
Wouldn't change a thing for nothing
This is how i'm living my life
Look at me now, Look at me now
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Hold your bottles up in the sky
You just mad 'cause i made it
And i'm living that gangsta life
Wouldn't change a thing for nothing
This is how i'm living my life
Look at me now, Look at me now
Started here with no game, and no art in me
There was no father here, cocaine it's all is here
The young buck is saving up hustling all this shit
So they can fuck the club up and park anywhere
I lost houses, cars now i'm right back on
You packing 70 g I need this white pack on
I can't gloom jogs niggas did me wrong
But then you try to hide it all
When your kids is home I'm not trying to buy it all
I'm just trying to get on I try to get my hands off
I got too much to sit on and if you know
I know a better way still i refuse to do the thing
Seen 3 letters say see i can easily go to hell
Or go to jail today you say you wanna go to heaven
But you never pray they say i had a junk shop now
I'm selling ye but shawty wanna ride
In my drop seven train, ok, so fuck a hater nigga
It's time to toast for all the haters
Hold your bottles up in the sky
You just mad 'cause i made it
And i'm living that gangsta life
Wouldn't change a thing for nothing
This is how i'm living my life
Look at me now, Look at me now
All the peace and bullshit, I'll be on that can't hold me by hand
Cuffing me to a contract neither with no ready or playing
With this federal case I'm still ahead in your race
Now what you call that woo too bail in it ,with a bail in it
Can i get a bail in it 'Cause it got that smell in it
Rolled me, got money 'Till my hands swelling
You can teach the son how to walk, but can't stand for him
All my haters i'll be praying for 'em, I'm too high in the sky
And i won't land for 'em, and bankruptcy with a bank roll, what
You think i'm broke nigga I'm thinking no holmes I'm on my own
What i need a bank for, yeah, You watch your mind shawty
What i need to thank for besides who are you to tell me
Where i can't go and when you thank at my funeral
Take a little bow you know the saint ain't gonna hate, but the real no
It's time to toast for all the haters
Hold your bottles up in the sky
You just mad 'cause i made it
And i'm living that gangsta life
Wouldn't change a thing for nothing
This is how i'm living my life
Look at me now, Look at me now
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