Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life Ain't Sweet, artist - Astonish
Date of issue: 25.02.2008
Song language: English
Life Ain't Sweet |
Trying to find the right color that describe a nigga pitching them birds |
Hitting the herb, my people trying to make it out the street |
But they hardly ever get to the curb, ain’t nothing sweet |
Busting heat like it’s going out of style |
Fiends running for the rock like it’s going out of bounds |
Enough to make you frown but we smile at the face of death |
Send me to hell, I’m too cool to break a sweat |
It’s now or later nigga, dying’s got a waiting list |
Living this life will turn a nigga to an atheist |
Thinking if Christ really cared |
He’ll take some of these muthafucking bullets out the air |
But living isn’t fair and dying cheat a little too |
Good die young, niggas was dropping out of middle school |
Carrying the heat till they bury me a G |
I’m fighting like a man, only scary niggas flee |
This is me nigga |
You know what it is, you know what we about |
That brown paper bag dough, money in the couch |
Cuz life ain’t sweet and life ain’t fair |
So I’m a grind till my life ain’t there |
That’s how it be nigga |
You know what it is, you know what we about |
That brown paper bag dough, money in the couch |
Cuz life ain’t sweet and life ain’t fair |
So I’m a grind till my life ain’t there |
This is me nigga |
You thought I wasn’t going to make it but I’m taking |
A eight and lacing it up with base and chase right in front of Jacob |
To celebrate the age of the day that I raised the stakes up |
Remember the days when I razor blade and chopped the place up |
Remember the rage of the enemies that shot the place up |
If anything I should lace up all their faces with a razor |
Montana paper, I’m the ganja blazer |
Till my eyes looking like Dan the Automator |
Blazing the lime green, I stay with a grime team |
Ever since 19 had a perfect rhyme scheme |
So if you commercial and So So Def |
Or underground as a Rawkus I’ll turn you into a caucus |
I’ve been starving, labor pain shit |
Given birth to many styles, piranha niggas bit (that's life) |
Hate to sound pissed but life ain’t sweet |
I’ll go out with my gun blazing before I call the police |
That’s me |
Ain’t got the life a nigga dream about |
I’m living what these other rappers sing about, trying to find a decent route |
If niggas with skills was getting the deals |
Then I’ll be pushing a Beamer out and not a DeVille |
Struggling to help my Ma with the bills that’s pilling up |
High as fuck, I’m trying to find the answer in a dutch |
Got an arsenal that turn the hardest nigga to a marshmallow |
Walking a thin line, my life is like a carnival |
Ring the alarm and bring me a bomb |
So I could blow up but I ain’t never read the Qur’an |
So I ain’t taking about a terrorist sect |
Me and Term, that’s my word, couldn’t find a better pair in the batch |
Hate it or love it, but you could never say that we fronted |
But we been fronted on cuz niggas be hating for nothing |
But I’m a ride until the die that I expire |
And to all of y’all I give my all like Mariah |
You know me |