Life Is a Bitch
I’m a sauced up monster
Locked in a coffin
Life is exhausting
So death is rewarding
My dawgs on the corner
Tryna sell quarters
Anything to get them off the corner
They pushing weight weight weight like we pausing
I’m just tryna eat what’s on my plate cause I’m starving
Money over everything that’s what these streets taught me
I knew a dude killed by his own damn daughter
After all he bought her
She did it over change
I’m talking bout a couple grand
Had the glock staring at him in his face
It was money over man
Crooked world how you see it
But the rules never changed in my land
Crooked cops hot for a young black heart
Now I’m staring at my watch
Is it time for us to rot
When will it all stop
I feel the rapture happened and I missed it
Was prolly chilling sinning with my n****s
That’s real
Who am I supposed to be young skinny n***a tryna live comfortably?
Thats real
What we fighting for I really thought we was the same what we dying for?
That’s real
I don’t wanna die before I’m 25 (no no no)
That’s real
But we never really changed
Still we stuck in the same old ways
I don’t know the feeling of being a n***a with hate
But they the type to watch you rise and talk down on your name
They the type to work a load to make sure you ain’t great
Im just speaking from observing, I done seen all they ways
I survived through some shit y’all probably never relate
I’ve been raised to keep it pushing even through all the pain
God rewarding all the meek while the lions get slain
And I’ve been tryna be the one before they told me my name
I had a dream yesterday, was bout a talk with my son
Ask my age in that dream probably like 41
We was living pretty good wife, dog, and a son
Then my junior ask me daddy why you looking so glum
Cant imagine in the good I’d still be depressed
Asking God for peace of mind
I can’t find recess
Though I feel repressed
And my head’s a mess
I find a reason just to live
Though this life bring stress (yea)
Who am I supposed to be young skinny n***a tryna live comfortably?
Thats real
What we fighting for I really thought we was the same what we dying for?
That’s real
I don’t wanna die before I’m 25 (no no no)
That’s real
But we never really changed
Still we stuck in the same old ways