Lil Baby & Rylo Rodriguez | Cost To Be Alive Lyrics

Lil Baby & Rylo Rodriguez | Cost To Be Alive Lyrics

[Lil Baby:]

It cost to be alive

I won’t say I’m king of the jungle, but, I survived

Watch the cookies crumble in front of me, at least I tried

You know what you call it, robbed what you call it?

At least he-

Since you speakin’ ’bout it, you only on time because you hiddn’

Give me threesomes, she must know that her and her friends is on my mind

Ain’t no secrets, I’m outside, been in street shit all my life

I know Migo wanna see me rich the day he dropped the price

They say everything done in the dark is gon’ come to the light

Bro, you know that shit weren’t right, I don’t like hoes who live for hype

Brodie spend all of his cash on clothes, I guess he live for likes

I got so much goin’ on, if I do it right, I’m lit for life

Pull up foreign, everybody glowin’, if you know, you know it

Can’t compete with them lil’ boys

Rich for real, I just don’t show it

‘Round the way, they know it’s me whenever they hear a lot of noise

I’m Lil Baby, so, it’s only right I got a lot of toys

I’m damn ’em if they hate

Shee been stuck for a few days

These jeans cost me three K

I don’t see nobody in my way

All these young niggas talkin’ money, I don’t see nobody where I stay

I got wealth accounts and good investments, I’m always at the bank

[Rylo Rodriguez:]

Yeah, I got white neighbors now, and they keep the curtains open where they stay at

Told lil’ bro, “We got to fit in, go open the curtains up inside the Maybach”

We had them ho last year, she been expired, why would you date that?

Them Percs ain’t even half real, them Fentanyl dog, I wouldn’t even take that

Lil’ bro beat the stakes, somehow his case got picked up by the feds

He a opp but he can’t talk no more, he still pronounced dead

Fucked a nigga house wife ina condo, she’s tryna move in it

Brother got the bowl, but ain’t the kind where you put no food in it

Cost to be alive

If you go broke, you won’t survive

Free Joe, I interrupted him, told ’em I’ma call ’em back, he was sharpenin’ knife

Sharpenin’ the fire

I know the vibes, can’t let you play me like no fool

Casamigos, I let her drive the boat, you took her on a cruise

Don’t care if we from the same hood

You told me like I’m treatin’ you like you workin’

How you catch them cases and got out? You on front-end diversion

We hit the strip club, make it rain

My sweatshirt blue sky inn

Lil FIg, he can’t cut for nothin’, but he know how to shave down a pin

He know how to scratch off a serial

She rich for life if she miss her period

Mix-match Rick Owens in the mirror

Won’t ever post another pic’ in Amiris

He know how to scratch off a serial

She rich for life if she miss her period

Mix-match Rick Owens in the mirror

Won’t ever post another pic’ in Amiris

[Outro:]

Cost to be alive

It cost to be alive

It cost cost to be alive

It cost cost to be alive


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