Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life Ain't Sweet , by - AstonishRelease date: 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 |