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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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:52
- Key
- 10
- Tempo
- 122 BPM