Lyrics 23 To Life (Freestyle) - G Twizz

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23
Shout out to me man
Shout out to Chris Stiles for doing this as well
Yes sir

Y'all thought I'm moving differently
Better than ever check the fluency
Y'all fucking with the newer me

Switched up on them now the haters claim they cool with me
Oh he got a dark side, rapping like there's two of me

Where I'm from you cop a Benz and try hard to flex
That's a price on your head
And soon enough them niggas come to collect

And that's your life traded in for a check
Casket for a Benz
The next day the goon fucking pretends

But pull up if you man enough
Do your shit, wrap it up
Always watch your back, they snatch your life if you ain't fast enough
Always keep that metal
Lil niggas out there acting tough
Cops pull, back it up
Find a place to stash it up real

These are the reasons I wanna ball
Man I've seen it all
Niggas move bricks to hit the mall
I'm from a hood where snitch niggas get popped
Walking tall, bitch niggas go missing
No fucks, giving it all

And hearing bodies drop on the regular's getting regular
Homicides are now orchestrated right from the cellular
And it's dead to be gone but
Gotta be strong

It's 23 to life

Cause most these rappers fully in and never take profit
All my L's are with a V I never take losses
Money matters but repetition just break authors
Content barely thriving but yet they stay sponsored
Why would I bother? I'm top tier

I move like a militant soldier
My glocks out of my holster
My pull up's too easy, yall got fear
Even got the kids on they knees
They yelling out, oh father
Hold my kids, tell em I'm right here

Surprised son

This the king of the jungle, the wise one
Never got a chance so I jack it and I run
Not many make it out of the block where I'm from
Yeah, call it infidelity
The relationship, the hood is bond, it's trembling
Breaking all the records that these legends left settling
Ship in the ocean, leave the new wave peddling

Let the lines settle in

See I'm a rare commodity
Just underrated but a goat in all honesty
And if I had a chance I'd probably
Fuck, I'd probably
Twenty three to life man
Yeah
I guess it's twenty three
But it's life man
Yeah
Yeah

I was only eighteen, blooming from a late dream
If music did me well I guess to it I'd do the same thing
And no love and fuck hate but pain kills
And still I ask myself like how the fame feels
Meeting music legends on a daily basis
Having a bank account that's flooded with madiba's faces
No changes, still nothing was the same
But I still stuck the drake shared my views
Hoping I would make it

But here's where it starts niggas, I had to choose
Step away from the family, living in the booth
But yet I still made time for the family too
And let them understand that my production team is family too

I knew where I was headed soon as I started it
They just saying I'm higher having departed yet
But when I do, guess what I'm gonna do
Buy a coupe for my mom and get a jet so I departed too

My third eye's still closed but trust I've seen it all
And I just answer with a prayer when Madiba calls
They getting jealous cause this kid is getting paper
So they ask what I do and I just tell them that Madiba called
Madiba come, Madiba called, Madiba come, Madiba called, Madiba called
Yeah
Happy fucking birthday Twizz