Lil Baby & Rylo Rodriguez – Cost To Be Alive Lyrics

Cost To Be Alive

Lil Baby & Rylo Rodriguez

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"Cost To Be Alive." - Lil Baby & Rylo Rodriguez

Thursday, 17 September 2026, 11:33 am

Album: It's Only Me

Track No: 15

It cost to be alive
I won't say I'm king of the jungle, but I survived
Watch the cookie crumble in front of me, at least I tried
You know whatcha call it robbed whatcha call it, at least he
Since you speaking 'bout it, you only on time because you hiding
Give me threesomes, she must know that her and friends was on my mind
Ain't no secret, I'm outside, been in street shit all my life
I know migo wanted to 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 wasn't right, I don't like hoes who live for hype
Brodie spent all of this cash on clothes, I guess he live for likes
I got so much going on, if I do it right, I'm lit for life
Pull up foreign, everybody glowing, 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 like damn 'em if they hate, she been stuck for a few days
These jeans cost me 3k, I don't see nobody in my way
All these young **** talking money, I don't see nobody where I stay
I got wealth accounts and good investments, I'm always at the bank (Yeah)
I got white neighbors now and they keep the curtains open where they stay at
Told lil' bro, "We gotta fit in, go open the curtains inside the Maybach"
We had them hoes 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 states, somehow his case got picked up by the feds
He a opp, but he can't talk no more, but he still pronounced dead
Fucked a **** house wife in a condo, she tryna move in it
Bruda got the bowls, but ain't the kind 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 sharpening knife
Sharpening the fye, I know the vibes, can't let you play me like no fool
Casamigos, I let her drive the boat, but you took her on a cruise
Don't care if we from the same hood, if you told, I'm treating you like you working
How you catch them cases and got out? You on front end diversion
We hit the strip club, make it rain, my sweat shirt Blue Sky Inn
Lil' Fig, he can't cut for nothing, 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

Writer(s): Rylo Rodriguez, Albert Willemetz, Channing Pollock, Dominique' Jones, Gorelov Lev Aleksandorovich, Jacques Charles, Jeuan Kiel Tabarrejo & Maurice Yvain.

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