That's Life (feat. OMB Peezy)
This shit a shame
You gotta watch them niggas close to you (close to you)
You a grown man but got another nigga coaching you (coaching you)
I'm a grown man
I get that bag like I'm supposed to do (supposed to do)
Gotta keep a gun for all the fans
That be approaching you (approaching you)
And I love my fans
Y'all hit that lick together, why you telling on your mans?
Looked up to cocaine dealers, CD prints all on my pants
I told you, "Hit my place" 'cause I was giving you a chance
But you showed what niggas do when you put money in they hands
Your day one ain't your day one
Your real friend ain't your real friend
Your main bitch got a side nigga, go to jail, that money get spent
I know niggas wanna rob me so I ride behind this dark tint
With a G9 on my lap
Been a killer who ain't got no sense (no sense, no sense)
What can you do if your best friend try to set you up? (Set you up)
Bitch sent the drop to have some
Niggas come and wet you up (wet you up)
I made it out that situation, I had better luck (better luck)
Even in the airports it be hard to put that metal up (metal up)
Can't trust a bitch as far as you could throw 'em
Old heads on the block told me
"Stay dangerous," I'm already knowing (already knowing)
You broke up with that bitch just yesterday
And she already going (already going)
Shit, that's life, I know how this shit go
This shit a shame
You gotta watch them niggas close to you (close to you)
You a grown man but got another nigga coaching you (coaching you)
I'm a grown man
I get that bag like I'm supposed to do (supposed to do)
Gotta keep a gun for all the fans
That be approaching you (approaching you)
And I love my fans
Y'all hit that lick together, why you telling on your mans?
Looked up to cocaine dealers, CD prints all on my pants
I told you, "Hit my place" 'cause I was giving you a chance
But you showed what niggas do when you put money in they hands
Look
This shit a shame, a dirty game
Gotta watch your partners, that's a must
Watch the ones who close to you because they close enough to touch
Was stuck on the block, underarms a lil' musty
Back when none of them hoes wanted to fuck me
Clean up your pistol, don't shit a bitch rusty
I'll clean up your block with no mop, bitch, it's nothing
Yeah, ah, ah
And if they want murder for hire
They know where to come to (come to)
Look, you better not get out your body
That might get you stomped, ooh-ooh
Everybody know I'm retarded
My young nigga dumb too (dumb too)
And we got sticks sold with this bitch
Don't try to come through (come through)
Look, I'm in this bitch with a 30
Too many shots, you might get drunk, uh (you might drunk)
Ride with a stick on my lap, bitch, I ain't gotta pop my trunk
Look, I'm in this bitch with a 30
Too many shots, you might get wasted
I learned your game early, you couldn't play me
This shit a shame
You gotta watch them niggas close to you (close to you)
You a grown man but got another nigga coaching you (coaching you)
I'm a grown man
I get that bag like I'm supposed to do (supposed to do)
Gotta keep a gun for all the fans
That be approaching you (approaching you)
And I love my fans
Y'all hit that lick together, why you telling on your mans?
Looked up to cocaine dealers, CD prints all on my pants
I told you, "Hit my place" 'cause I was giving you a chance
But you showed what niggas do when you put money in they hands
You gotta watch them niggas close to you (close to you)
You a grown man but got another nigga coaching you (coaching you)
I'm a grown man
I get that bag like I'm supposed to do (supposed to do)
Gotta keep a gun for all the fans
That be approaching you (approaching you)
And I love my fans
Y'all hit that lick together, why you telling on your mans?
Looked up to cocaine dealers, CD prints all on my pants
I told you, "Hit my place" 'cause I was giving you a chance
But you showed what niggas do when you put money in they hands
Your day one ain't your day one
Your real friend ain't your real friend
Your main bitch got a side nigga, go to jail, that money get spent
I know niggas wanna rob me so I ride behind this dark tint
With a G9 on my lap
Been a killer who ain't got no sense (no sense, no sense)
What can you do if your best friend try to set you up? (Set you up)
Bitch sent the drop to have some
Niggas come and wet you up (wet you up)
I made it out that situation, I had better luck (better luck)
Even in the airports it be hard to put that metal up (metal up)
Can't trust a bitch as far as you could throw 'em
Old heads on the block told me
"Stay dangerous," I'm already knowing (already knowing)
You broke up with that bitch just yesterday
And she already going (already going)
Shit, that's life, I know how this shit go
This shit a shame
You gotta watch them niggas close to you (close to you)
You a grown man but got another nigga coaching you (coaching you)
I'm a grown man
I get that bag like I'm supposed to do (supposed to do)
Gotta keep a gun for all the fans
That be approaching you (approaching you)
And I love my fans
Y'all hit that lick together, why you telling on your mans?
Looked up to cocaine dealers, CD prints all on my pants
I told you, "Hit my place" 'cause I was giving you a chance
But you showed what niggas do when you put money in they hands
Look
This shit a shame, a dirty game
Gotta watch your partners, that's a must
Watch the ones who close to you because they close enough to touch
Was stuck on the block, underarms a lil' musty
Back when none of them hoes wanted to fuck me
Clean up your pistol, don't shit a bitch rusty
I'll clean up your block with no mop, bitch, it's nothing
Yeah, ah, ah
And if they want murder for hire
They know where to come to (come to)
Look, you better not get out your body
That might get you stomped, ooh-ooh
Everybody know I'm retarded
My young nigga dumb too (dumb too)
And we got sticks sold with this bitch
Don't try to come through (come through)
Look, I'm in this bitch with a 30
Too many shots, you might get drunk, uh (you might drunk)
Ride with a stick on my lap, bitch, I ain't gotta pop my trunk
Look, I'm in this bitch with a 30
Too many shots, you might get wasted
I learned your game early, you couldn't play me
This shit a shame
You gotta watch them niggas close to you (close to you)
You a grown man but got another nigga coaching you (coaching you)
I'm a grown man
I get that bag like I'm supposed to do (supposed to do)
Gotta keep a gun for all the fans
That be approaching you (approaching you)
And I love my fans
Y'all hit that lick together, why you telling on your mans?
Looked up to cocaine dealers, CD prints all on my pants
I told you, "Hit my place" 'cause I was giving you a chance
But you showed what niggas do when you put money in they hands
Credits
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Leparis Kentae Dade
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