LIFE Lyrics
I got angels runnin` `way, I got demons huntin` me
I know `Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33
I tell Death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with meI say, "God, that`s a woman," I know she would die for me
They want a barcode on my wrist
To auction off the kids that don`t
fit their description of a utopia (black)
Like a problem won`t exist if I just don`t exist
If I grew up without a single pot to piss in, pardon me for ventin`
Congress got the nerve to call itself religious
Rich just gettin` richer, we just tryna live our life
Momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on the road, talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four, none of them would get along
Momma beggin` him for winter clothes
I was chillin` with my nigga Spook, now they tryna take his
Life don`t mean shit to a nigga that ain`t never had shit, yuh
Light don`t mean lit in the dark, fight don`t mean fists, ooh
Eyes don`t see, eyes don`t see
Ice don`t freeze, light don`t leave
I don`t mean lie to me
Tell me I`ll be okay, tell me happier days
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Tell me that she my bae, that I won`t be alone
Tell `em I`ll be okay, when he ask, "How`s my day?"
Tell `em that we the same, tell em` that we not safe
I got my grandaddy`s soul, I`m at war, that`s on my mind
I seen Walter body cold
Wish I could switch it with mine
I`m not worried `bout no rap shit, distractions or wasted times
I still go to social functions even though I`m so anti
No, I`m no Rihanna,
the court gonna throw it like
Donovan, down a bit, I just been modelin`
My whole career as if `Pac was here,
studio monitors shakin`, I raise the apartments
I`m bonded with profit, I made what I made, and allot it
Amount of time that`s in my mind the time you was watchin`
So stop comparing me to people, no, I am not them
A lot of people dream until they shit or get sh—
That`s life, momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on a road, talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them would get along
Momma beggin` him for winter clothes
I was chillin` with my nigga Spook
Now they tryna take his life
