Life Is Gangsta Lyrics

I know you looking down I got demons right on my shoulders

Street politics weighing like a ton and feel like a choker

I know you see the need all for me to get me chauffeur

Cause I get home and fall on the sofa

Ke lamegile thata mei boss hoka mpona

Bano nthuba fela call ka ghost ke thoma lo bomb'a

Bowa ka kasi mei boss ke shwella lo bloma ladi laas ko apetsi glass you cant be a goner

Tap in with you after school

You know lil conversations had me thinking about what is cool

That had me thinking about what is cruel

Remember you gave me jewels when I ran around with my crew

Getting in trouble

Remember I had 35K counting it with my mama

All cash got it out the street for that bag it was drama

Since 05 I maneuver the streets without any cuddle

Then I get home ducking that leather end of a buckle

I said fuck it I got no shame

Especially nchecke nou ka gold watch e tswile ka chain

Nakwe otlo tima e mpethile thata flop neke shorta

Ke shwile mei em a mpotsa "Thato Lesley o fetsa lo boda"

Studio ka tsena ke khotsofatsa le pelo ka kota

Wang kutlwa ko beya leka polelo ya corner

Mei boss pelo eng goisa bohloko ke lucky ka khona

Ko kuka byang di award mola wena o steng

Leo theosa lebavlane ka 2.5 kamo pitseng

Ke hwella ko dimu wang kutlwa hore nekitseng

Kona Mabadi ale a straata wa mpona di nkeditseng

Zamo spina ka rap kei putsisa nthwe etlo tanya neng

Neko plaka leka cover

Le katjeno ara fya ka ghost ba itsi nna ra fa

Haona bondlolo wa lahla sight waka thoma lo tswafa

Byanong laas jaar mo lekeisheneng gun e bethilwe thata

Ke sure Pheli e breakile record di mpya dino sata

Rip di caption court case kedi saka

Mei boss hae sale crime ba banchi aba shwella le zaka

Maketsi ko Jozi ba mpolela thata

Grootman ko botsa fela manyeme ka starta van hono tshwana

Ke apile nthwela tsena Diepkloof thata keba nyaka

Ma outie aka ba botsa lo nkriye kae ko kgalema taba

Fuck Afriforum only Smith we acknowledge ke Bontle

Aka tshabela selo pruwaka wilo kriya kamontle

Bona taba e ke sigela wena fela

Kamkgo ke bonang nako mo straateng e thomo fela

Kannete career e thomoi fetola di ana treasure

Ase hore enemy tsaka tsamo Pheli di mpeyile pressure

Nywamenu bo bohle ase selo ene nkanoi prove'a

Flopo nou ke ahile nthwe ka bona nka noi lose'a

Lore e fihle ke hlokomele motho fela stranger

Ho shwella taba e kesae itsing jealous ke danger

Mei boss ko hopotsi thata

4AM speeding home with some tears in my eyes

I could've killed for you but you gon become my demise

The hoods calling my phone homies let me know that you foul

I start to be MIA wasn't hanging at the lost and found

But that shit gets me nervous

What if I'm not there when my homies get shot

Or catch a body on purpose

Don't even smile anymore like my face is stuck

Facts I be ducking shit in the hood I'm grateful they never struck

I felt depressed I wasn't there when my big homie was buried

Taught me the street code ever since those lessons I carried

Don't turn in your grave I walk the route that you really paved

Pheli's way too small for the secrecy that I craved

When it feels like depression

That load down leaves a pretty impression

When I carry this weapon I wonder if its just regression

My only cap is when I keep it bottled up

Feel depressed because some of my homies kept my opps cuddled up

Tears in my eyes as I write this

When it feels like depression I pray to Jesus I fight this

Really got G homies cutting their wrist, don't wanna slice this

We planned to rob this nigga now you treating him the nicest

I was 11 years old I was jumped right on my street

I ran home came back with a blade had to cut him a piece

Probably the only rapper ran from the police

Nightmares of dying in a shootout and going out cheap

Matter of a fact it feels like a dream

My lil homie just caught a case for armed robbery

We were on the corner it had me down I believe

His daddy my big homie he just got freed properly

When it feels like depression

I drown my pain in alcohol risking my heart condition

Rest in peace to my fallen homies will I become a rendition

Because the PTSD from the dead bodies I saw don't do me well

As I sit and feeling my mind give me hell I never fell