Life Lyrics

Aye, small town nigga with big dreams

I feel like Jordan, need six rings

You know how I'm coming, you know I be thumbing

This shit really ain't what it seem

Aye, a young nigga had him a dream

But nah, I ain't talking bout King

And if I'm on the bus, you can call me Rosa

Nigga I ain't giving my seat

And I hate me a nigga be talking that shit but, never gone do what he preach

They was getting on Michael, look at his skin that nigga was not even bleached

Talking bout a disorder, but back then that nigga was looking like me

Yeah, they taking our people and fucking us up but really, we used to be kings

Like back in the day, didn't let us talk (ok) but nigga, we got free speech

They be locking us up, tryna kill us off ( on god)

But nigga, we some OG's

I'm talking to all my black people

You know we got that key

But I ain't tryna make this shit bout race

Why? cause everybody fin to eat

We got to open up the mind, everybody be lost, they be doing crime

Everybody wanna go against each other and nigga, that shit not fine

And nobody wanna rap about that real shit they be rapping a lie

But I know people who really down to go peel shit so let them go slide

But a nigga like me, I be up in the booth

Like one in the morning, I do what it do

A lot of people need to wake up in this world my nigga

They don't got a clue

Tryna find my way all around this life shit nigga, I want the truth

But this shit will never be the same cause nigga, I know how they do

Like this shit so corrupt, but nobody ever wanna speak up

And they talking to God to heal their trauma my nigga, you got to go run that shit up

And nobody fin to come out the sky to save your life, lil nigga, you stuck

And everybody wanna wait on that but I'm on my own and I'm running it up

And everybody wanna point that finger you got to be strong, my nigga, man up

I done been through the rain, I been through the pain my nigga, but that shit keeping me up

Aye, small town nigga with big dreams I feel like Jordan, need six rings

You know how I'm coming, you know I be thumbing, this shit really crazy

This shit really not what it seem

Aye, a young nigga had him a dream But nah, I ain't talking bout King

And if I'm on the bus, you can call me Rosa nigga, I ain't giving my seat

And I hate be a nigga be talking that shit but never gone do what he preach

They was getting on Michael, look at his skin that nigga was not even bleached

Talking bout a disorder, but back then that nigga was looking like me

Yeah, they taking our people and fucking us up but really, we used to be kings