The Life

[Verse 1] Phat Geez If rap don't work then it's right back to the block Tryin' have trips to Miami, Spanish bitch on a yacht With my feet up in the air and a bottle of Ciroc With a pocket full of hunnits screaming nigga, this the life Anywhere I'm going, I never tuck my ice If a nigga snatch my chain then, I'mma take his life Cause I done seen it all, when niggas grow up playing basketball And wasn't living right, then started movin' that hard Growin' up seeing my dad behind the bars, even made me a man And wanted me to grind hard Mom single parent, she work her ass off That's why, when I'm make it mom you gone have it all Whatever you want, make sure when you shop buy all types of stuff, That you don't even need, Make sure Jah stay in the gym, Next it's the league, watching my big brother popping percs and smoking weed brothers, that's still my brother don't let nothing get in between, what up! [Chorus] Cause this is the life Get left wasn't living too right (aye) Turn your back for a minute, then your closest friends Wind up taking you out (aye) x2 [Verse 2] Phat Geez You ever been up all night with a millionaire? Looking at ice, talking 'bout life, like am I really here? I'm on that Beanie Sigel, I feel it in the air Niggas is snakes, talk to the jakes, man, they ain't playing fair, (rats) Plus the judge tryna give Two a hundred years I know my nigga like, damn I'm gone be stuck in there Cause it ain't no love in there, ain't no trust in there Niggas partyin and poppin' bottles they forgot you there Damn, will be the ones you thought was fam, turn they back give you the breeze, just like a fan, but this is the life when you ain't living too right [Chorus] [Verse 3] Meek Mill Oh, Aye Phat I got you Nigga make the money, and don't let it make the team Go to sleep broke, bet you that'll make a dream Fuck her on a perc 10 that'll make her scream With attention by a rafe, nigga, that'll make a scene I done seen everybody go against' me So I'm riding with a Glock that hold 50 Lookin' like a stick tied to a frisbree Started off walking, now I got a Bentley, you dig me? My neck looking like a nigga stole something, (froze) Got your favorite rapper asking could I hold something? (woah) But we ain't letting niggas hold nothing, (no) Nigga my ghost so new, can't hear the Rolls runnin' My money right, my bitches bad Fuck a supermodel, get a cab, send her home, she was mad What a feeling when you get to count a million cash Work on the table, dope on the scale This shit that we selling get you 20 years in jail Did my dog dirty gave him 20 years in hell And Boost just touched a hunnit 20 for the bail A nigga hit my line like let me hold 50 I laughed then I strapped up so quickly, Me and Deen, met him it was so risky, (it was) new machine Drummer like you throw frisbee, Riding round with Coon in the low Bently, Got Omelly in the back he got the cold grizzly On, lookin' at you niggas in a old Bently, Lil' coupes Ballin' like its yours, swoops I done seen niggas spend all they money, and get it back I done seen niggas spending the money that get 'em whacked Cause they got fronted a brick and them numbers can get em back, Just for frontin' like they got it, then buyin' these bitches bags, niggas mad, niggas rats I see em' they lookin' past They dont look me in my eyes, I see em they gettin' tagged I see em, they getting tagged, they dont look me in my eyes I see em they getting tagged [Chorus]