Life

Lyrics

Outta town more than I'm at the spot
 Yeah, come home then I wipe the dust off of my foreign drive
 Yeah, and it didn't take baking soda for me to make it pop
 Out in Vegas taking five shots after I watch the fight
 But that don't make me 'Pac you get it
 The mind frame different inspiring kids but the time frame different
 Used to wonder how the hell I'm gonna make it in this business
 Then I did it [?] so that my [?] different
 Signs in the sky, it's all God's vision
 But I ain't been in church since I was learning the vision
 That was in the 90's but we 'bout to bring it back
 When I snap on the track swear rap's my religion
 You now I got girls on my phone
 Saying the same thing this women became clones
 All up on my neck these women is like colognes
 [?] machine, they talking me through a tone
 Talking to me through a text and talking to me through a moan
 Had a good one at home but couldn't leave [?] alone
 Thought I could resist but damn it's hard to commit
 When you always be on the road and always be in a zone
 [?] in my glass let it splash
 I live for the present, not the past
 Black out then I act out
 Said that I was done, give me some then I'm bound to relapse
 Down to relax when you got a few million
 Honestly I'd probably rather have few children
 Honestly I'd probably rather have a good wife
 But I always pull back when the love start building
 Called my Pops for advice
 Man he's had 3 wives
 He should probably have it down
 Then I see myself making the same mistakes
 I guess it's something in the blood that always come back around
 I know I made him proud, he know I'm living a dream
 I know he wanted the same, he wanted to be on a team
 Brody be trying rap, the other be trying to sing
 The other be selling shows, they all lookin' to me
 Like, how can we do this
 How can we all get the money like you did
 How can we capitalize off the music
 I ignore the calls and feel bad that I do it
 I be at the pad making hits with the pool stick
 I be at the pad making hits like I'm Q-Tip
 Then I hit the gym with a couple old friends
 Put points on the board, man that shit's therapeutic
 They see how I do it [?] meditated
 I don't try to hide it, It always be demonstrated
 People in my state don't know me but they they be hating
 They want me to put them on, I tell 'em [?]
 Let 'em up on the shows and introduce them to fans
 Let 'em give the hugs and let 'em go shake the hands
 Let 'em jump a verse and post it up on the 'gram
 But it takes so much more, they really don't understand
 There's a price on my head for my green and my time
 Price on my head man they greedy for dimes
 Price on my head over your insecurities
 Hurting me 'cause I'm still dealing with mine
 Price on my head by my family and friends
 Price on my head for my girls and my cribs
 Price on my head since I rapped out in Compton
 I promise it ain't been the same ever since
 

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Duration
02:52
Key
10
Tempo
122 BPM

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