Letras
Prod By Iamsu Of The Invasion
Yea
True story
Real life
Uh
Bout this life
Bout this life
Bout this life
Uh
Yea, yea
I'm not a king, bitch I'm a villain
Real busy nigga from my appealin
I told my homies let me lead the way
I pray to God I see another day
I'm 23 and born like 23
In every other month I make like 10 at least
Spend this my receipts, tell it fell deep
Recent line at least with my dinner sweet
Fuck a thousand dollars I spend that on snitch
Fuck a thousand dollars I spend that on drinks
These niggas never felt no hunger peedy
I used to steal food to fill my dinner plate
Where I'm from people dyin every day
Doin what they can, they try to make a way
Where I'm from people dyin every day
Doin what they can, they try to make a way
Bout this life
Bout this life
Now let us pray
Uh
Now let us pray
Uh uh
Said bout here life
Let us pray
Father God, let us see another day
Now bout this life
Let us pray
Father God, let us see another day
I could go a whole lifetime without yo co-sign uh
Cuz I write dope lines
Dopper than coke lines
I've been here for the whole time
I ain't never had no time to sit
So homie, it's go time
And I can't make no promises
'Cause it's all about the almighty dollar
Came from the land of the lost and forgotten
Drink to niggas that be started from the bottom
But you dig a little deeper, in the spot the way you found us
Bottles in the club and see me steady grindin
Came up from the bottom of the bottom tryna come up
Young king, I don't want my head cut off
People like Frany when the brake let off
Placin my vote that I never turned as you know