The Life

[Intro]

Word it's that real shit, you feel me

[Chorus]

Everyday is some dumb shit

Kid you knowin' how the slum get (You know how it get baby)

Niggas will kill you over crumb bits (Word)

Somebody caught up in that gun spit (Oh no)

One of your mans or your home flip

Gotta be careful who you run with (Word, gotta watch niggas)

And when the thieves come you run quick

'Cause they'll be waiting if your tongue slips (Oh no)

[Verse 1]

Life, these niggas talkin' like they after my man (Word)

'Cause some niggas on the block just got yapped for their grams

So here these niggas come rollin' packed in the van

About to reach for that gat in my pants (Real)

Took two steps back, about to unzip my jacket and then

I recognized one of them in back of the ten (Oh shit)

The kid bidded with my dude back in the can

Hey son, like hold up yo this cat is my man

Jumped out this shit now I'm slapping their hands (What's up nigga)

These dudes known for gettin' down, these cats really dance

See his vest through his jacket, know he' strappin' the blam

I'm just sitting there kickin' it, yappin' the [?]

He like you know one of your dudes just took a crap in my van (What?)

So you know I'm about to flatten your man

I'm like who dog? the bitch nigga that run with cat from the [?]

Oh you talkin' about stackin' him, damn

I'm like hold up, negative partner, nobody's tappin' my man (Nah)

What he took some bullshit, couple of stacks and some grams

Meet me by 11 o'clock I put that back in your hands

He like yeah aight what is gonna happen is [screams?]

[Chorus]

Everyday is some dumb shit

Kid you knowin' how the slum get (You know how this shit get baby)

Niggas will kill you over crumb bits

Somebody caught up in that gun spit (Word) (Oh no)

[Verse 2]

I'm like nah before you get this loot call it a truce

Give my man a pass, I know the boy kinda loose

He stood quiet for a second there, suckin' his tooth (Oh, boy)

I'm like come on dog, dude can tryna bring it to you

The nigga like yo, why you steppin' up for this faggot?

Stop carrying these lames that run around doing crab shit

I'm like kid believe me, I'ma smack this nigga backwards (Hear me)

For the simple fact that got me here on some wack shit

I'm like the nigga pops, his real father in the casket

His older brother fucked up, his mom's got a habit

Son was like cool, I'm lettin' it slide (Aight)

But if dude come around again, your boy gonna die

I'm like word up punk, look at me straight in my eyes

He like come on it's real nigga, said I'm a chill nigga

Know how we do baby, real nigga to real nigga (Aight)

But I can tell in his face that he's still bitter

He jumped in the car with some bitch and he pilled with her

Then when he got in this shit lifted his steel glittered

I'm like let me go and get this nigga his little figures

Called up my man, yo get the fuck out the field nigga

[Chorus]

Everyday is some dumb shit

Kid you knowin' how the slum get (You know how the slum get dog)

Niggas will kill you over crumb bits (For real)

Somebody caught up in that gun spit (Oh no)

One of your mans or your home flip

Gotta be careful who you run with (Watch yourself baby, ya hear me)

And when the thieves come you run quick

'Cause they'll be waiting if your tongue slips (Oh no)

[Verse 3]

Life, now I'm heading back to the pad (Word)

See this little nigga jumpin' out the back of a cab

He got in the crib, he pulled out some crack in the mag

I'm like nigga I just got back from the ave

Niggas came to ratchet your ass

He laughs, he like, word up who son, I'm tappin' them fag

Then he chilled when he see me with the strap and I'm mad

I'm like you robbed them niggas workin' [?]

He like yeah son, nigga owe me trap from the past

So I ran up on a nigga, put my gat in his mask

Clicked the shit back, nigga almost pissed on himself

Went to check my little chick up on 112th

I'm like yeah, but niggas came with guns in they belts (Nope)

Had to promise them niggas paper to calm the shit down (Word)

They show up the shit [?], know how niggas get down

But in the meanwhile stay off of the street for a minute

'Cause one nigga that rolled up, the dude not a gimmick (Far from it dog)

One year later my shorty went about his business

Set up his own shop and he dies tryna defend it, word