Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life And Times, artist - al-d
Date of issue: 06.04.2010
Song language: English
Life And Times |
Reminisce bout past times, only praying daddy get better |
Giving anything for a smile, eliminating that rainy weather |
For cheddar we mash on sight, I done came a long way |
Ain’t no time to be being broke, united for cash we got’s to get paid |
By any means necessary, live the life that you made |
to live is what I was told |
No more sleeping in the cold, I gotta get up get out and get mo' |
And keep holding on, so thugging on the block is a part time grind |
So my other half, I’m wrecking shows studios all the time |
And now I’m H-Town walking on stage, looking good for Screw Zoo |
S.U.C. |
independent thugs, everywhere we getting ghetto love |
We done made it through the struggle, we ghetto gold superstars |
In candy blue wide body cars, crawling up the Boulevard |
Remember me, that same little hard headed nigga Trae |
Running up and down on Few Quay, grew up to be Guerilla Maab made |
With the help of a lot of love, and I’m knowing I lost a lot |
My brother Dinkie locked up for life, but I pray to get him out cause I be |
Wish I could turn, back the hands of time |
My pops died of cancer, got a grown man crying |
Thoughts in my mind, to give up so I fell to my knees |
God fax me a picture, of my daughters sons and cheese |
So much to achieve, but it’s hard when you starve for nothing |
Cookie cutting, crack seems the only way to get something |
My pops worked for forty years, and we still was po' |
Don’t want sardines no mo', so I start cooking coke |
Seems I’m walking on a tight rope, trying to find a right road |
Screw made the beats slow, so my voice sounds throwed |
Having dreams since young ones, to mash together |
The man upstairs call your number, thug in peace forever |
Staying in mash mode, cause you made it fa sho |
Legend in your own time, make the music go slow |
Can’t give up, all the dues you keep on paying |
And hear your voice while I’m alone, and you keep on saying |
Poor times, made me harder |
A born bastard, trapped in hate with no father |
Mislead giving folks, in that water |
Left me looking through a window, with my daughter |
Plus I got a little brother, doing sixty agg’d |
That’s why I don’t smile, strapped up and mad |
Sometimes I feel like, I’m falling off the edge |
So much pain from my grace, I can’t hold my head |
In the FED where they said, I would end up |
I’m staying high till I fly, I don’t give a fuck |
In the cuts swanging nuts, screaming black G |
Putting it down, for my motherfucking family |
After Screw flew away, they say my shield gone |
But he ain’t here to stop me, now I get my kill on |
A young nigga got plex, from his own people |
In they face on a chase, for the root of evil |