Runnin' Out Of Days Lyrics

Everyday's a new day, but we running out of days

They say life is short, but I say it's a long maze

My momma is the only woman I will ever give praise

Without her, I wouldn't have this life anyways

So who am I to just throw it all away

And waste all her hard work that she put in for me

Birthed me, last name Ali, so I named the album Tha Ali

I was born a champ, can't you see?

I'll give you my eyes, then ask you what you really see

Is it really me?

Is this where the man above wants me to be?

He told younger Eli to keep it real and focus on doing your football drills

So I can get signed

I had the wrong drills in mind

Instead, I was killing my own damn kind

Hope he forgive me for all my dues, I'll pay the fine

And I don't really like talking, so I just vent in rhymes

I know I'm not the best, but I ain't the worst

Tears coming down my face, as I spit this verse

And this is one take, so that's fuck a rehearse

If I was sick, I won't get healed even if you knew a nurse

Question, am I really cursed?

You niggas just use me like a check on the first

Or even worse

Century of the 21st, who would've guessed it'll be the worst

I blow up, then they say they was here first

Shit don't matter

The last person standing with you is what matters

Flip OG and you get G O

The first to come will be the first to go

'Cause them niggas hoes, could have watched the product

But they didn't watch you grow

It's not about what you say

It's about what you show

See you on top, then use you for the dough

I got a gift & a curse, ion know no more

That's why I pray 'cause the Lord knows

To my nephew Zay

I love you with my whole heart, fuck what others say

You know I got your back tied to it like a cape

Keep your head straight

I will hate to see you tied to a vape

I know it's not you 'cause you're gonna be successful

8th grade shit, nigga, I know it's stressful

Don't miss out on chances and live your life regretful

Be careful of your peers, they're quick to turn forgetful

Move on next year, fuck around and forget you

Don't let it get to you and upset you

Instead, you prove their asses wrong

That hate from their heart, you got them looking like they King Kong

And for the bitches, they be there all day long

Take it from me and my catalog of songs

Talking 'bout bitches, all day long

At the very end, they all did me wrong, nigga