Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song LIFE, artist - SABA. Date of issue: 20.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 (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 theyself 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 honor roll, talking to my father on the phone |
| Left the city when I was just four |
| None of them will get along |
| Momma beggin' him for winter coats |
| 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 it’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 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 waste-of-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 Bono with profit |
| I made what I made in allotted |
| Amount of time, the same amount of time you was watchin' |
| So stop comparing me to people; |
| no, I am not them |
| A lot of people dream until they shit’ll get—*gunshot* |
| That’s 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 honor roll, talking to my father on the phone |
| Left the city when I was just four |
| None of them will get along |
| Momma beggin' him for winter coats |
| I was chillin' with my nigga Spook, now they tryna take his life |