Life

Man these niggas ain't shit
And this life
It a make you lose ya grip
Tryna stack it up
Bout to loose ya shit
And we all just tryna get rich
Man these niggas ain't shit
And this life
It a make you lose ya grip
Tryna stack it up
Bout to loose ya shit
And we all just tryna get rich

Welcome to the mind of a nigga who ain't never had shit
Who ain't Neva had piss
Nigga moved out the house I ain't even have a dish
Ain't nobody tell me about these risks
Ain't nobody tell me why a nigga slit his wrist
Ain't nobody tell me why I didn't have these chips
I was on campus and these niggas looked rich
I was in that bitch
Felt like it was the wrist
Then I went back to the hood
All a nigga seen is hard times
Niggas aint got it out here
So these niggas facing hard times
So I just gotta get mine
Gotta stay on my grind
I ain't really worried bout the shine
Cause when a nigga leave that mall
Niggas going back to they 9 to 5's
Oh you riding in those
Yea nigga that's great
When it's back to the crib
Top ramen on ya plate
Ain't nothing wrong with that my nigga
Get it straight
But don't be on the gram flexin' like you eating steak
Don't be on the gram
Flexin' like you got it
Cause when you was in court and yo daughter was the topic
You was lying to the judge talkin' bout you aint got it
When it come to the hoes nigga money is the topic

Man these niggas ain't shit
And this life
It a make you lose ya grip
Tryna stack it up
Bout to loose ya shit
And we all just tryna get rich
Man these niggas ain't shit
And this life
It a make you lose ya grip
Tryna stack it up
Bout to loose ya shit
And we all just tryna get rich



Credits
Writer(s): Jerome Mccray
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