Lifes a Bitch
Man i dont know what the fuck goin on now days
But one thing i do know
That life a bitch
Foreal
One Two Three Four
Countin up my prolems
Five Six Seven Eight
Issues an i got em
Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
Bullets when i shot em
Aint no killer but dont push me
Cuz you'll end up at the bottom
One Two Three Four
Countin up my prolems
Five Six Seven Eight
Issues an i got em
Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
Bullets when i shot em
Aint no killer but dont push me
Cuz you'll end up at the bottom
Life is such a bitch, aint no other way to put it
So much shit thats goin on, got me doin some things i shouldnt
And i miss my fuckin granny, cant believe that she not livin
I would give up anything to hear her voice an i aint kiddin
Im so tired of bein tired, im so sick of bein alone
Relationships a fuckin joke, i just end up on my own
All these texts that i aint read from all these hoes up on my phone
I aint tryna be in love, all i wanna do is bone
Since i cannot leave the crib, cuz they got us all on lock
From this virus goin around, cuz niggaz dyin nonstop
Shit was just fuckin normal, tell me why now its not
That quick, tryna process all this shit is just alot
I be worried bout my momma, cuz she only gettin older
And its so much goin on, world is only gettin colder
Askin God to keep her healthy cuz i need her by my side
At the end of the day all i got is her and i
One Two Three Four
Countin up my prolems
Five Six Seven Eight
Issues an i got em
Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
Bullets when i shot em
Aint no killer but dont push me
Cuz you'll end up at the bottom
But one thing i do know
That life a bitch
Foreal
One Two Three Four
Countin up my prolems
Five Six Seven Eight
Issues an i got em
Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
Bullets when i shot em
Aint no killer but dont push me
Cuz you'll end up at the bottom
One Two Three Four
Countin up my prolems
Five Six Seven Eight
Issues an i got em
Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
Bullets when i shot em
Aint no killer but dont push me
Cuz you'll end up at the bottom
Life is such a bitch, aint no other way to put it
So much shit thats goin on, got me doin some things i shouldnt
And i miss my fuckin granny, cant believe that she not livin
I would give up anything to hear her voice an i aint kiddin
Im so tired of bein tired, im so sick of bein alone
Relationships a fuckin joke, i just end up on my own
All these texts that i aint read from all these hoes up on my phone
I aint tryna be in love, all i wanna do is bone
Since i cannot leave the crib, cuz they got us all on lock
From this virus goin around, cuz niggaz dyin nonstop
Shit was just fuckin normal, tell me why now its not
That quick, tryna process all this shit is just alot
I be worried bout my momma, cuz she only gettin older
And its so much goin on, world is only gettin colder
Askin God to keep her healthy cuz i need her by my side
At the end of the day all i got is her and i
One Two Three Four
Countin up my prolems
Five Six Seven Eight
Issues an i got em
Nine Ten Eleven Twelve
Bullets when i shot em
Aint no killer but dont push me
Cuz you'll end up at the bottom
Credits
Writer(s): Jasmine Pickens
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