Life Ballad
I never understood Niggas
I never understood how you could hate on a nigga that came from where you came from
A nigga that seen the struggles you seen
Momma cried in my arms
Please get up out the streets please get up out that streets
But that shit hard to do
When the light bill due and you ain't got shit to eat
When ya car need gas
And them people on your ass and your people getting mad
Cuz they think that what you have is really more than you have
Cuz they trying to count your math
I done put my whole mothafucking team on my back
Told em make sure the scope and the beam on the Mac
Told em make sure the money is divided no subtract
Spend what you want you just gotta get it back
Sitcom niggas swear they know how to act
They ain't never seen a trap they just want to see you trapped
Showing fake love wanna see you down bad
Wanna see you locked up or taking a dirt nap
I got 2 kids and they won't go with out
You can get killed taking food out they mouth
Run in this house and you won't make it out
AR15 sitting clean in the couch
Dope real clean so the fiends in and out
Feds keep looking trying to see what we about
Make a big play every chance that we get
Got to watch who we trust cuz you niggas counterfeit
It's crazy how your own people will do you
Hide all that mothafucking hate with love
How you gone hate me
I did everything I could for you
I still will do everything I can for you
Shit we from the same place
How can you look at me and not see your reflection
How can you look at me and not see your protection
How can you look at me and not see I'm your weapon
Motherfucka you tripping I don't get it
I can't talk to you niggas
You a witness
I can't even walk with you niggas
Cuz you limping
I try to get money with you, You just get offensive
I just try to give you some game you don't listen
All a nigga feel is the pain
So I'm sipping
Every other day at the range
I ain't missin
All that bullshit that you saying
Sound fishy
Lost a lot of niggas I love
And I miss em
You can never say I changed or I'm different
Not for money not for fame not for bitches
Everything a nigga said I done meant it
Realized to last long had to change my dimensions
Nigga
I just had to change what the fuck I was doing
Ya know I had to move on, I had to move on
I'm living for more than just me now
Ya know
Yea
Yea
I never understood how you could hate on a nigga that came from where you came from
A nigga that seen the struggles you seen
Momma cried in my arms
Please get up out the streets please get up out that streets
But that shit hard to do
When the light bill due and you ain't got shit to eat
When ya car need gas
And them people on your ass and your people getting mad
Cuz they think that what you have is really more than you have
Cuz they trying to count your math
I done put my whole mothafucking team on my back
Told em make sure the scope and the beam on the Mac
Told em make sure the money is divided no subtract
Spend what you want you just gotta get it back
Sitcom niggas swear they know how to act
They ain't never seen a trap they just want to see you trapped
Showing fake love wanna see you down bad
Wanna see you locked up or taking a dirt nap
I got 2 kids and they won't go with out
You can get killed taking food out they mouth
Run in this house and you won't make it out
AR15 sitting clean in the couch
Dope real clean so the fiends in and out
Feds keep looking trying to see what we about
Make a big play every chance that we get
Got to watch who we trust cuz you niggas counterfeit
It's crazy how your own people will do you
Hide all that mothafucking hate with love
How you gone hate me
I did everything I could for you
I still will do everything I can for you
Shit we from the same place
How can you look at me and not see your reflection
How can you look at me and not see your protection
How can you look at me and not see I'm your weapon
Motherfucka you tripping I don't get it
I can't talk to you niggas
You a witness
I can't even walk with you niggas
Cuz you limping
I try to get money with you, You just get offensive
I just try to give you some game you don't listen
All a nigga feel is the pain
So I'm sipping
Every other day at the range
I ain't missin
All that bullshit that you saying
Sound fishy
Lost a lot of niggas I love
And I miss em
You can never say I changed or I'm different
Not for money not for fame not for bitches
Everything a nigga said I done meant it
Realized to last long had to change my dimensions
Nigga
I just had to change what the fuck I was doing
Ya know I had to move on, I had to move on
I'm living for more than just me now
Ya know
Yea
Yea
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Gibson
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