What This Life About ft. AnP & King Peru Lyrics

What this life's about,

What this life's about, what this life's about

What this life's about, uh, yeah

What this life's about, yeah, yeah, yeah

What this life's about

Getting clout, getting laid, no doubt

Getting paid and I'm out

Getting made like a good fella

Hood rhyme teller spelling it out

I'm the man of the house

Smack a bitch in the mouth, don't talk ya shit, fella

Do it better, acapella, you a stick figure

Killer been pulling triggers since the 90s

My crimeys never dime me out, don't wanna try me

Gotta get this fucking bread, I do it grimey

I'm that dirty fucking Jew, Slimey himey

I stay reppin' for the crew, we stay grinding

Flippin' packs, chippin' sacks, moving the consignment

Yeah, everything is in alignment

Keep on climbing, shining like a diamond

Run the field, touching down win a heisman

Pull the metal out and blast like I'm mining

Feel the sun on my skin, the summer's back here again

Hoes wearing no clothes, enticing me and my friends

Cop a pizza, slice Italian ice, nigga, this is life

Summer beef reveals the heat, these Harlem streets, they trite

Chill outside all day, watching the little kids play

Moms getting high on the side, gossip in the way

Riding bikes in the street, fresh kicks on your feet

Break up with your old bitch and you can go to the beach

Single for the summer, mingle with single mothers

Sing a little jingle, fist fight with her brother

St. Mary's Park, the party doesn't start till after dark

Bunch of catrachos, but I talk to them, it's just an art

New York City is pretty, no matter how ugly and gritty

To my ditties, that moistens your little kitty

Broadway all day, Dominicans with the yay

A&P is who I be, people cherish what I say

Word, life, word

Chillin' outside, playin' with the hydrant

Chillin' in the projects, loungin' on the bench

Kickin' game of bitches, drinkin' quarter waters

Catchin' diabetes, you know, regular hood summer shit

Yo

Long-legged freak under the sheets

Pretty face, booty shorts, nice cheeks

She used to be my main squeeze

Got me Tommy Hilfiger guess jeans

Held me down when I did a bid

Held me down on the fuckin' bed

Nights got crazy

Drinkin' E&J, shorty tryna play me

Try and say I'm a cheater

Try and say that I beat her

Mickey D's days had girls like white beaters

I'm a leader of my crew, always packin' heaters

She just couldn't relate to life

Caught her cheatin', then I took out a knife

She's lucky I let her live

After that day, fuck a bitch, I never give a shit