LIFE

I got angels runnin' 'way, I got demons huntin' me
I know 'Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33
I tell death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me
I say, "God, that's a woman, I know she would die for me"
They want a barcode on my wrist
To auction off the kids that don't fit their description of a utopia (black)
Like a problem won't exist if I just don't exist
If I grew up without a single pot to piss in, pardon me for ventin'

Congress got the nerve to call itself religious
Rich just gettin' richer, we just tryna live our life

Momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife while my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on the road, talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four, none of them would get along
Mama beggin' him for winter clothes
I was chillin' with my nigga Spook, now they tryna take his-

Life don't mean shit to a nigga that ain't never had shit, yeah
Light don't mean lit in the dark, fight don't mean fists, ooh
Eyes don't see, eyes don't see
Ice don't freeze, light don't leave
I don't mean lie to me

Tell me I'll be okay, tell me happier days
Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be alone
Tell 'em I'll be okay, when he ask, "How's my day?"
Tell 'em that we the same, tell em' that we not safe

I got my grandaddy's soul, I'm at war, that's on my mind
I seen Walter body cold
Wish I could switch it with mine
I'm not worried 'bout no rap shit, distractions or wasted times
I still go to social functions even though I'm so anti

No, I'm no Rihanna, the court gonna throw it like
Donovan, down a bit, I just been modelin'
My whole career as if 'Pac was here
Studio monitors shakin', I raise the apartments
I'm bonded with profit, I made what I made, and allot it
Amount of time that's in my mind, the time you was watchin'
So stop comparing me to people, no, I am not them
A lot of people dream until they shit or get sh-

That's life, mama mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife, while my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on a road, talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four, none of them would get along
Mama beggin' him for winter clothes
I was chillin' with my nigga Spook, now they tryna take his life