[Intro: EST Gee]
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
Uh, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: EST Gee]
Yeah, hold my wrist to the sky, let the dead guys, see I'm still lit
A lie, they fake the bond until he died, nobody spent
At funerals, they cried two weeks went by, they fucked his bitch
Your life ain't nothin' like mine, you don't sling iron or got them bricks
Your life ain't nothin' like mine, you ain't put down on somethin' you miss
Your life ain't nothin' like mine, you wasn't born broke, but you dyin' rich
[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Yeah, they see me in the mall but they ain't budge, I had my gun
Every time I was findin' two cases, on probation, not on bond
On top [?], I'm hidin' Big Bro from the feds, he on the run
At five in the mornin', in a five hundred thousand dollar Lamb car hittin' a blunt
I'm five million in foreigns and I own everyone, nigga, on my son
I'm two–three in the jury, I'm two–three in the mirror
And I ain't even want no murder in two–three years, niggas can't be serious
I was duckin' the feds and gettin' back for my friends, in case you was curious
[Chorus: EST Gee]
Yeah, hold my wrist to the sky, let the dead guys, see I'm still lit
A lie, they fake the bond until he died, nobody spent
At funerals, they cried two weeks went by, they fucked his bitch
Your life ain't nothin' like mine, you don't sling iron or got them bricks
Your life ain't nothin' like mine, you ain't put down on somethin' you miss
Your life ain't nothin' like mine, you wasn't born broke, but you dyin' rich
(Your life ain't nothin' like mine, you wasn't born broke, but you dyin' rich)
[Verse 2: Mozzy]
It's up and I can't let it go
Steppas tryna step some more
Receiving kites from level four, they need me, I can't tell 'em no
Ask 'em, I buy hella phones, Apple pays and hella loans
You ain't takin' trips, then we need hella loads and hella poles
Tweakers on our linea, yeah, they kept pleadin' for them Yellowstones
Rappin', just a hobby for my posse, they got several skulls
Forever Skeemin', bless his soul
Brudda like a motherfucker, Skeezy on the side of the club, we thuggin' in this motherfucker
Word is bond, indicted on new charges, that's gon' hurt his bond
GameGod, owe him one, I tossed it, he deserve a lob
Sacrifices made, mandatory when you serve the mob
First week on the yard, I heard you gave your life to Church and God
They ain't nothin' like I 'cause on the dead ones, I'm the first to rock
If I could bring back fourth for one of y'all, then I'd reverse the clock
Audemar he bussin', came from hustlin', had to work the pot
Either you gon' earn or not, my mortgage cost a thirty pot
[Chorus: Mozzy & EST Gee]
Yeah, hold my wrist to the sky, let the dead guys, see I'm still lit
A lie, they fake the bond until he died, nobody spent
At funerals, they cried two weeks went by, they fucked his bitch
Your life ain't nothin' like mine, you don't sling iron or got them bricks
[Refrain: Mozzy & EST Gee]
Your life ain't nothin' like mine, you ain't put down on somethin' you miss
Your life ain't nothin' like mine, you wasn't born broke, but you dyin' rich
Your life ain't nothin' like mine, you ain't put down on somethin' you miss
Your life ain't nothin' like mine, you wasn't born broke, but you dyin rich
[Outro: Mozzy]
(Saint Joe's always on my mind)
Your life ain't nothin' like mine, you wasn't born broke, but you dyin' rich
(We met under the sun)
(Saint Joe's always on my mind)
(We met under the sunshine)
