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Woo Let the opera sing She sing, yeah (Ha, ha, ha) God damn it Look, uh I hop in the Phantom of the opera (Skrrt, whoo), huh Police keep on watchin' us, huh We too far, they can't rock with us So they gon' need binoculars (Yeah) I gotta lay low, huh (I gotta lay low) But that's how my day go (That's how my day go), yeah I got a Spanish mami with some pesos I got a Haitian killer with a Draco (Grr-baow) He catch a body on his down time (Grrah) That nigga die, he come around mine (Baow) I dare a nigga cross this brown line (Baow) Spoke to the killer, boy, he sound fine (Yeah) You better be scared, we all goblins (Ha) Nigga, we shootin' all our problems (Baow) Nigga, I learned from the Godfather (I learned from him) If the victim survive, then we try harder (Baow) You ain't wanna be dead then why bother? (Ha) They put me in jail and I got smarter (Yeah) They gave me a chance and I went farther (Yeah) Bullets aside, this is not Zara (Ha) SongtexteMy life is a movie (My life is a movie) Horror (Horror) Yeah, I'm from Brooklyn, huh (I'm from Brooklyn, grr) But I keep a bad bitch from Harlem (Huh) New York, shoot him like he ain't a [?] (Baow) He goin' hard, he wanna be a starter He did the drill in a car (Skrrt) He go to charge in a Charger (Baow) You niggas is new Jacks, huh (You niggas is new Jacks) I'm Nino with a Carter (Yeah) I got a quarter mil' worth of jewelry, nigga (Ha, haha) And I'll still rob you When the phone goin' up, trap's goin' up (Let the opera sing) This is just the normal life for the block (She sing, grah, like a lot of y'all sing) Rollin' around, high to the low (We own them cards too though) This is just the normal life for the block (Uh, uh, uh), oh (God damn it) Way back when, when I used to hang with man, a real top shotter (Shotter) I like man, a real pistol popper (Popper, grr-baow) Still I'm drivin' on [?] of vodka (Vodka, woo) It's too risky, I'm really important I call and it really get sorted When it come down to it, don't care if CCTV had a recordin' I had 'em singin' like they got a record deal You got no homies, they left to squeal I gave 'em dro with the sex-appeal I'm a Leo, do I got a hot spliff? I'm a hot-head (Hmm) Roof off the top 'cause I'm drop dead Gorgeous, haters be takin' my portrait I like my niggas on Forbes list Pussy, you can't afford it I got a message from you and ignored it Hmm, who's really up? If you keepin' the score He hittin' me up when I told him, "It's borin'" Passport lookin' foreign, we just start spinnin' the block out of boredom They don't got this shit I'm wearin' on photo Might say it once so you know it's a warning When the phone goin' up, trap's goin' up (Let the opera sing) This is just the normal life for the block (She sing, like a lot of y'all sing) Rollin' around, high to the low (We own them cards too though) This is just the normal life for the block (God damn it, ah) oh, (Uh) Huh I'm from where the killers and robbers Niggas'll do all the drillin' and robbin' With a percentage, these niggas ain't visitin' [?] not at all, wait I just be spinnin' and mobbin', why would I have any feminine problems? I'm just enjoyin' my A&R, I'm honestly noddin' off In the creek with the doses, huh You can sleep with the dolphins, uh Bullets flew, couldn't dodge 'em Be in peaceful is opps (Eee, yeah, hahaha) I'm an island dog (Ayy, ayy), I'm an outside guard (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) I don't count no alarm (Ayy, ayy) How you know? How you know where you goin' next be? How does it feel to have the Margiela on, Timbs on up in this game? How does it feel to feel to have a million dollar chug, you don't even know to chuggle it? (Woah, what the fuck?) I ain't even had a rest day (Yeah, Jesus) I don't dance what I spend (Yeah) I'm the kid, low life bench, real life Peter Pan (Yeah) I don't talk too much these days, IG the new CNN Blick caught in my hand (Woah) Sex symbol with a tan Never see a bad guy like me again Oh, Lord Woo Let the opera sing She sing Like a lot of y'all sing We own them cards too though God damn it, ah Right (Ha, ha, ha) Woo Aus Songtexte Mania