In This Life ft. Luh Walo Lyrics

In this life that I be living I don't feel comfortable at all

Tryna live in this society but they treat me like a dog

Wasn't running to my water instead they made the lil kid crawl

Couple shots in his head, shit I can bet that made the big kid fall

I'm a child with no support, you start to think bro that shit wild

Used to have hooping dreams now I'm at the point I just want ball

I just want to get rich and take my family to the mall

I don't want them to worry, yeah I'm gon' be there in one call

I ain't banging blue but I got hunids in my pants

I'm the hoes with no rhythm at all, this money made them dance

I'ma put em in the trend, they hooking me

They gon' say I'm going far, just look at me

Different show, they be booking me

I done put it all on the line for them to show the way

These niggas think they Kobe, the way they fade away

They kicked my big brother out, he had nowhere to stay

If I can't touch the money I'm gon' find another way

Niggas acting phony, I don't like it

If they play then they can go down

Anytime you see them hitters with me they make no sound

I'm a real nigga, we took Marta , that's on eastbound

And it pack your order, we move eastbound

In this life that I be living I don't feel comfortable at all

Tryna live in this society but they treat me like a dog

Wasn't running to my water instead they made the lil kid crawl

Couple shots in his head, shit I can bet that made the big kid fall

I just look my youngie and his eyes and all I see is full of rage

I told him just bread coming, he gon' see better days

Just stay out of trouble don't let them put you inside that cage

He told me he will, just without you, I feel a lil strange

Never had one, you always knew to keep a couple

Many boys some dogs, the only word is trap and hustle

Told me keep on rapping, I don't wanna hear you mumble

Treating the mic just like a ball, run and never fumble

Crazy that these niggas only know it's some gun sounds

Back in middle school we were trapping on the playground

Now it's private jets and no more riding them old greyhounds

Came from trapping, now we living kicking it in Motown

In this life that I be living I don't feel comfortable at all

Tryna live in this society but they treat me like a dog

Wasn't running to my water instead they made the lil kid crawl

Couple shots in his head, shit I can bet that made the big kid fall