.lifestyle. Lyrics

How do you re-style a lifestyle that has stylized life?

Do you find exactly what poppa Jabez like?

Open drawers, grab a knife

Cut the food, enjoy the mood, then grab another bite

Return with the rice all piled high

Enjoy that shit again, and then get depressed that that's what styled life?

Or do you rhyme?

Find somethin' that life styled while you stylized lines

Come to think of it, that's too much swag for one Zack

That's why I pass it over to raps

Allow them to add what some might have as a problem solved

But the answer was wrong

You get your grade back, and the teacher thought what he saw was awful

So, he told you, don't write a song, I want an essay about your mom

So, I stayed quiet, thinkin' I'll save it for creative writin

It was like perfect timin

Cause the next class was where we write things

So, I asked to perform, treated it like A Capella

Asked the homie to record, not knowing how it would end up

I stepped up, asked for silence, and I read the first line

Dear Mom, then I got laughed at, my god

Don't y'all love your momma?

I missed her more than life

I started freestylin' cause I was feelin' real angry inside

So, I punched the wall and made everyone stop

Stepped my ass right out to the hall

Screamed so loud, that teachers came out

Held up their class up, I said I was fine

Then I thought for some time, then I took my ass back to my seat

Grabbed my bag, ripped the poem in half

And left that shit for those fuckers to have

I hope they can hear me now, cause back then they weren't afraid to laugh

If y'all were sittin' here now, watchin' me rap

You wouldn't be able to defend yourself from this Zack attack

I changed my lifestyle after that, became somethin' I wasn't

Created a fuss, cause I loved football, but not all the hard work that it was

I got so hurt, I was such a puss, I couldn't just learn to brush it off

I would get back on the field, right at the back of the line

Bein' a linebacker, I was faced with challenges I was not yet ready for

So, I finished the season, moved to Vegas with my dad

Thought we were gonna go back and forth

But we ended up stayin' with his parents for several years more

Then, years later, I got kicked out for bein' a thief

Of course, not publicly, I got fired for robbin' things

They didn't press charges, but I got charged for what they lost

I payed them a hundred ten, and didn't tell my pops once

He eventually received news that his son got fired

And the next day, family meetin' just about me, called me a liar

Then he gave me an ultimatum, it was either her or the door

So, I called my mom, now I'm always thankful

Yet I wonder what the hell she helped me for

I guess that this style of life helped this freestyle arrive

And that's you re-styling a lifestyle that had stylized life

You did the exact thing that inspired your mind

So, I grabbed a pen, and over again, I rhyme

I found somethin' that life styled and used it to style my lines

By using Always Strong, I changed the style of my life

The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma