Artist: OG Maco f/ Jerz Album: Live Life 2 Song: Priceless Typed by: AZ Lyrics [Chorus: OG Maco] Life so lavish you can't pay for it It's a lot of niggas want it that ain't made for it Sirens in the beat make ya grab the blammer More obsessed with grams fuck the proper grammar Know that money coming like it's on the planner Over 9000 when he checked the scouter I'm just a young nigga wielding all this power [Verse 1: OG Maco] My Brooklyn homie here we facing all this dour In the city like the peach drop We just eaten feastin chew chew it But it's hard to swallow Used to pull up in that Monte Carlo Golden Road no El darado Me and Jr Danny whippin probably A ok tryna cop a audi A7 my hindparts Last name my brother name So we stunt on niggas bout twice as hard I was birthed by college park Make wide ruled and school y'all No cage in this pool sharks just a AR All ready Got the reaper with me and we so deadly Prada pippin when the shells drop Where were you when Give Em Hell dropped [Chorus] [Verse 2: JerZ] I'm a start off sayin' sorry But really I'm not, and you really should shop With someone who shops with me Cause there's levels to this and I'm sittin' on top Murder, C and I cremate tracks They call me JerZ, aka the reaper Born illmatic, I'm stillmatic So every day I give 'em ether In my army I'm the tool man If you want home improvement, go and call for Tim All these straps just don't make sense Lord please forgive me for my sins The life I live, you can't pay for it I could end your life, it'd be super cheap I count cash and they count sheep Damn son, they super sleep [?] That's just motivation, I welcome hate Pitchfork and that big C We ball hard, that's the fuckin' 8 I get lesbians and I fuck 'em straight Like I'm the future that was just the past Sticky fingers from these fuckin' bags Dirty thumbs from a hundred racks [Chorus]