Poor Life

Aww, my fans said that I changed
When I came home from that range
I done put it for the lot, I ain't never gonna stop
But I'm still walking through my dark days
Been down and up, threw a rock in a hard place
Now they say I changed, though
Gotta put it for the rain if I walk that rainbow

I'll roll a dice, get a 7 or 11 or hittin' heartaches
Like, okay, some bored bar in that dark place
And I don't care 'cause life's gonna change
I'm 'bout to leave that shit behind
No more throwin' gang signs, I'm tryin' to live my life right now
I'm gonna look for the ride, just stay outta my mind
I'm 'bout roll through them hooligans, roll through so foolish
Them block boys with them two list
My mama told me (my mama told me)
My daddy told me (my daddy told me)

That I never been nothing but a motherfuckin' thug
I was up to no good, ain't nobody told lies
Gotta pull it from the wood, everybody wanna get it
Me and hate, but I'm really all good
Still in my game, still feel pain
Still do my thang, anyway I can
Still take chances to be the man
I can hit it real hard: grand slam!
'Cause there ain't no life in the poor life
All I know is wrong, I don't really know good

Ain't no life, yeah, in the poor life
That's why I take chances like I roll dice
And even though I read my Bible
Keep my eyes on the prize like I chill my vibe
Still want money with me, and more ice
Ain't no life, yeah, in the poor life
That's why I take chances like I roll dice
And even though I read my Bible
Keep my eyes on the prize like I chill my vibe
Still want money with me, and more ice

My fans said that I changed, I guess I was tired of livin' poor
Took a trip around the world, than Brooklyn knew he wanted more
I had these hunger pain so I rearranged like Van Damme in Bloodsport
It was me and them and I choose me, and they never held that torch
Can't help the most of us dangerous, no most aside they can't face us
Can't have a conversation with these white people, they racist
Tried to judge us all and they open fall
And I'll smile right in your faces
Head in jail time with a wasted mind and a body full of hatred
Tired of pushing packs in those kilos, but I miss makin' those C notes

Wasn't always like this on the block
But I got whatever you need, though
When that beat fly, aww, I'm the first one popping off of torpedoes
Shouldn't gamble with my life, what happened to Pashi off of Casino?
Send me to the hospital, 'cause Brooklyn, he wanted to heal us
Let that bitch sizzle it, a can mushroom top's up on that skillet
If you got the fish then dish that shit
Then split them out like fillets
I don't got to tell 'em I roll dice, take chance and I'm the realest

Ain't no life, yeah, in the poor life
That's why I take chances like I roll dice
And even though I read my Bible
Keep my eyes on the prize like I chill my vibe
Still want money with me, and more ice
Ain't no life, yeah, in the poor life
That's why I take chances like I roll dice
And even though I read my Bible
Keep my eyes on the prize like I chill my vibe
Still want money with me, and more ice

Ain't no life, yeah, in the poor life
That's why I take chances like I roll dice
And even though I read my Bible
Keep my eyes on the prize like I chill my vibe
Still want money with me, and more ice
Ain't no life, yeah, in the poor life
That's why I take chances like I roll dice
And even though I read my Bible
Keep my eyes on the prize like I chill my vibe
Still want money with me, and more ice

And more ice!



Credits
Writer(s): Owen Davidson, Ronique Christophe Shaw
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