Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life Is Pt. 2, artist - David Dallas. Album song Hood Country Club, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.04.2017
Record label: Believe
Song language: English
Life Is Pt. 2 |
It’s you, me, him and her |
Not talkin bout the Jigga track |
All the work we put in we gonn' get it back |
Gotta keep the faith now |
That’s what it takes to carry on, easy to get caught up in the carry on |
Built a little name now |
I can check some baggage in |
I don’t have to chuck up everything in carry on |
It’s a long way down |
Could say that I’m conservative, the bottom ain’t something that I’m flirting |
with |
Show me what you working with |
Be clear that the top tier is the only thing that’s pertinent |
If you don’t look like Lolo Jones hurdling |
Don’t be surprised if my table is deserted when |
You try to roll up |
Just put the dough up |
They pay to put my name on the wall, this ain’t a throw up |
So can’t bribe me with liquor you can pour up |
Name brand clothing or products, I’m fucken grown up |
Just know my worth, it ain’t that my head blown up |
They talk about exposure — I’m replyin with «so what?» |
So come with cheques that’s bustin a student loan up |
Or place a bet on the odds that I pick the phone up |
Slim to none, I’m not needing no more of |
The bullshit they feeding me |
Got an eating disorder |
Small talk repeatedly, I proceed to ignore them |
The thoughts when i hear the beat — I just needa record em |
Simple as it ever was |
In an industry as fickle as it ever was |
But can’t quit it’s probably easier to give up drugs |
Then throw in the towel on doin some shit you love… and that’s the buzz |
Off the beaten path, screamin free at last |
Talkin bout history, when they don’t even see the past |
On some future shit, hope my people stop worshippin the crucifix |
And ask what’s the use of it, the truth of it |
We had our own tales, own stories |
Before some missionaries round the 1840's told us what it was |
This is what it is, half sa kiwi bout my culture bout my fucken biz |
Don’t tell me shit bout what place the holy spirit lives |
They’re tryna rip off my people in the villages |
Wish I could trip off the pills they had on 'Limitless' |
And flip the script, get the pope out here to witness it |
Feelin magnificent, they say I lack discipline |
I’m like Quade Cooper, way I kick it’s mad different |
This is significant, you can’t belittle it |
Take your best shot like that pic you go on Tinder with |
I’m not taking your loss, I’m not taking shit from nobody |
I’m my own boss, grateful it’s no hobby |
I don’t know God or whoever up there got me |
This voice that can set it off properly, the tunes that’ll make em come watch me |
Have em waitin in lobbys, just to get a flick with the boy it still shocks me |
I’m just a half caste rapper outta South Aucks |
A fucken comp sci grad sellin out tours |
Had a little too much time not goin outdoors |
Listenin to Death Row, 2pac and the Outlawz |
Thought I was dime a dozen, but they ain’t found more |
Still comin to grips with how long I’ve held it down for |
Sheeeit, how long I’ve held the crown for |
Big fish in a small pond I’ll take out Jaws |
Apex predator of our shores, a lotta local dudes styles sounding outsourced |
No wonder why their buzz quiet as a mouse for |
I’m tryna put on shows worth leaving the house for |
So you should think before you open up your mouth more |
Sashimi chef everything that I put out’s raw |