Life on the End (feat. Mizu)
Damn, you said this was Wock?
Oh, this shit hard as fuck bro
I remember days homie I was toting up a tec
Lil bro got shot put a hole through his chest
Another one gone buried him like the rest
Tired of this bullshit tell me what is next
Round up my nine gotta seek this revenge
Catch him in a lot shots bustin out the pen
We was on the same page but my gun had to jam
This ain't no game my life on the end, huh huh
Damn remember the days we was hustling in the trench
They put us in juvy four times again and again
We was some trouble ass kids in the end we ain't listen what they said
Fast forward four years and you bleeding in my hands
Shit was too hard for me to understand
I can't comprehend this shit in the end
Wish that we got out this life earlier man
I know things gon be alright but
Sometimes, Sometimes it don't feel right
I remember days homie was toting up a tec
Lil bro got shot put a hole through his chest
Another one gone buried him like the rest
Tired of this bullshit tell me what is next
Round up my nine gotta seek this revenge
Catch him in a lot shots bustin out the pen
We was on the same page but my gun had to jam
This ain't no game my life on the end
My life on the end we gon pull it back
The MAC is my strap it go click and claque
Cuban wrapped round my neck it cost like 30 racks
He talk down on me he must be Cracker Jack
Yeah
I'm just a 21st century teenager
So excuse me for all of my bad behavior
I was only young and motherfuckin' reckless too
Look, sorry mama if I was always helpless too
Now I wake every day to a new check
Then I sleep every night with a new bitch
I was on the bottom now they say I only win
Only at the start and me and gang gon always spin
I remember days homie was toting up a tec
Lil bro got shot put a hole through his chest
Another one gone buried him like the rest
Tired of this bullshit tell me what is next
Round up my nine gotta seek this revenge
Catch him in a lot shots bustin out the pen
We was on the same page but my gun had to jam
This ain't no game my life on the end
Oh, this shit hard as fuck bro
I remember days homie I was toting up a tec
Lil bro got shot put a hole through his chest
Another one gone buried him like the rest
Tired of this bullshit tell me what is next
Round up my nine gotta seek this revenge
Catch him in a lot shots bustin out the pen
We was on the same page but my gun had to jam
This ain't no game my life on the end, huh huh
Damn remember the days we was hustling in the trench
They put us in juvy four times again and again
We was some trouble ass kids in the end we ain't listen what they said
Fast forward four years and you bleeding in my hands
Shit was too hard for me to understand
I can't comprehend this shit in the end
Wish that we got out this life earlier man
I know things gon be alright but
Sometimes, Sometimes it don't feel right
I remember days homie was toting up a tec
Lil bro got shot put a hole through his chest
Another one gone buried him like the rest
Tired of this bullshit tell me what is next
Round up my nine gotta seek this revenge
Catch him in a lot shots bustin out the pen
We was on the same page but my gun had to jam
This ain't no game my life on the end
My life on the end we gon pull it back
The MAC is my strap it go click and claque
Cuban wrapped round my neck it cost like 30 racks
He talk down on me he must be Cracker Jack
Yeah
I'm just a 21st century teenager
So excuse me for all of my bad behavior
I was only young and motherfuckin' reckless too
Look, sorry mama if I was always helpless too
Now I wake every day to a new check
Then I sleep every night with a new bitch
I was on the bottom now they say I only win
Only at the start and me and gang gon always spin
I remember days homie was toting up a tec
Lil bro got shot put a hole through his chest
Another one gone buried him like the rest
Tired of this bullshit tell me what is next
Round up my nine gotta seek this revenge
Catch him in a lot shots bustin out the pen
We was on the same page but my gun had to jam
This ain't no game my life on the end
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Writer(s): Caleb Idowu
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