Life We Live
In this life that we living I pray I make it to the end
There ain't no options it's either death or the pen
You went against the grain and it hurt me I can't pretend
And once you cross that line there ain't no tryna make amends
But I still remember what mama told me as a kid
(Yeah I do)
Like you ain't really got no friends
Cuz people really shady
I can't let em play me
I got a lotta change but I never let it change me
And I ain't never switched up
I just got my chips up
I want that Aston Martin in the driveway wit the Benz truck
Ducking from the rollers I'm just tryna my strips up
They tryna snatch me cuz I'm balling like it's pickup
Was locked down in that system with them people tryna hang me
Sitting in that cell wit them people tryna tame me
But ima sit it down before I let a nigga play me
The say it's love but I'm feeling like they hate me
I know that they envy cuz I'm way above the rest
Always wanting more cuz I'm so used to havin less
Weight up on my chest Like I got post traumatic stress
I'm losing breath trying not to cross my steps
In this life that we living I pray I make it to the end
There ain't no options it's either death or the pen
You went against the grain and it hurt me I can't pretend
And once you cross that line there ain't no tryna make amends
But I still remember what mama told me as a kid
(Yeah I do)
Like you ain't really got no friends
Cuz people really shady
I can't let em play me
I got a lotta change but I never let it change me
There ain't no options it's either death or the pen
You went against the grain and it hurt me I can't pretend
And once you cross that line there ain't no tryna make amends
But I still remember what mama told me as a kid
(Yeah I do)
Like you ain't really got no friends
Cuz people really shady
I can't let em play me
I got a lotta change but I never let it change me
And I ain't never switched up
I just got my chips up
I want that Aston Martin in the driveway wit the Benz truck
Ducking from the rollers I'm just tryna my strips up
They tryna snatch me cuz I'm balling like it's pickup
Was locked down in that system with them people tryna hang me
Sitting in that cell wit them people tryna tame me
But ima sit it down before I let a nigga play me
The say it's love but I'm feeling like they hate me
I know that they envy cuz I'm way above the rest
Always wanting more cuz I'm so used to havin less
Weight up on my chest Like I got post traumatic stress
I'm losing breath trying not to cross my steps
In this life that we living I pray I make it to the end
There ain't no options it's either death or the pen
You went against the grain and it hurt me I can't pretend
And once you cross that line there ain't no tryna make amends
But I still remember what mama told me as a kid
(Yeah I do)
Like you ain't really got no friends
Cuz people really shady
I can't let em play me
I got a lotta change but I never let it change me
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Writer(s): Josiah Lindsey
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