Life Letra

What you know about short days and them long nights, boy
Trying to get your bread up.
And my homie call him a life saints down, will be keep his head up.
And I made it this far simple because why, I stayed freed up
And I’m clearly past my limit, trying to maintain my image.
Got pushed off of my engine, I keep push to go get it.
For my dad pissed pull hin it, to the single mother get money
But my ribs touch and I’m hungry, LOL but ain’t shit funny.
I’m spaced out, I’m blunted, while I’m making all shit I wonder
I’m crabs out in that bucket try their best to pull to keep under
I don’t think so, that fake shit might make me go loco,
I row down, not just loco, I’m too deep, man, I’m for for.
Her ass fat, but I can handle that. Her head down when she throw it back, life.

The game funny so I don’t play
Big money, nigger, heavy weight.
Successful at every level, so I graduate
We’re high under marijuana, imma levitate.
Present that sideway strength, imma set you straight
Never came in this lane if you couldn’t accelerate.
You’ve been ran over flat line pancake,
You do better stepping off than ever standing in my way.