Life

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah This my life (Yeah) yeah (Aye) This my mother fucking life No need to turn on the lights I shine bright Put it aside I don't take no ones advice Ain't got a girl on the side I got a girl with some beautiful eyes I got a drink with some ice I'm the stu every night woo (Yeah) Only do shit that I like Calling my girl and she's psyched Feel like I'm off of a flight and back on a flight Feeling alive Taking my time Feeling the music is how I design Finding myself I'm just looking for signs Calling my phone I'm not pressing decline I got a girl and she fine (Yeah yeah) But I'm focusеd Hear my shit it's like a bonus I still feel like I'm unnoticеd Searching for the perfect moment Grown so much since I dropped focus Some people call me a poet (Naw yeah wait) Sike I got too many opponents Spitting that fire just talking to Moses I'm on that burning bush shit Fuck the bullshit Fuck the ladder I'm next up And I swear to god I'll step up And I swear to god that shit too much Feel like I'm leaning on crutches the way these rappers be judging (Yeah) End of discussion (Bitch) Bitch [Interlude] Mother fuckers really out here trynna act like this ain't my fucking life man Like I don't know what I'm doing Fuck that shit Imma show em what I do best Let's go Yeah [Verse 2] Cause I'm Back with precision We back in that business I'm back with a clearer ambition I'm writing petitions My rapping is viscous I'm doing it different Not just for commissions It's 80 degrees in my house and I'm working and that's my life mission I'm so driven I got a car in the back of the lot and it's running on fumes What do I do What do I choose I'm cutting fruit in the back of a store It's 30 degrees in the cooler I'm tempted to walk out the back door But fuck it I'm getting home and I'm spending three hours on music And writing till I'm finna lose it I'm finna lose it They got to many excuses I'm the booth every night And I'm fucking improving yeah (Yeah) Yeah this my life Rearranged but I'm still the same I'm still to blame Y'all still can't say the last name But it still won't stop me from getting to fame Like naw fuck it I promise the music has changed But the subject matter has stayed the same And I'm off the chains now I'm on stage now I'm untamed now I'm not playing around I got money to put in accounts And give all back to the hometown Oh wow Countdown to the next project I found my sound But my heads still up in the clouds Mother fuckers trynna bring a me down It won't stop me Making a whole mother album got it looking like a masterpiece I've been working on my self esteem Drop a mother fucking hit and it's on repeat Hear a beat make a song while I'm half asleep Commodities and policies It's hard to see I press delete I won't believe My expertise is half complete Obsessed with neat Obsessed with me I'm stuck in a fucking routine And I'm counting down to the fucking release ahh