Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life We Chose, artist - Havoc. Date of issue: 22.05.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Life We Chose |
| Got these cowards out plotting on me, red dotting for me |
| Blast 'em with the clapper, know I keep the ratchet on me |
| All that beefing shit is corny, nigga, faker than the Twitter beef |
| Your girl wants something realer so she’s in my sheets |
| And I don’t blame her, she rather be around this paper |
| Every move made is major, fuck a crib we buying acres |
| ODing off of life is where the high can take us |
| Sky’s the limit, up above and way beyond you haters |
| I’m coming at your head better duck |
| Out from under bushes like, «surprise, remember us?» |
| My music is the most ominous shit you’ll ever bump |
| Niggas wanna meet their maker I’m just here to hook it up |
| And when you get there just be sure to send him my regards |
| Lord forgive me for this shit these niggas got me on |
| I’m trying hard, so very hard |
| I pull you into beef that you can never squash |
| This the life we chose, dealing with the life we chose |
| It’s a cold world homie and it’s only getting colder |
| Motherfuckers get their whole life froze |
| This ghetto giving out scars, we’ll run the world in a year |
| I only figured out a plan and switched it, life sucked |
| Felt like I was tortured, every day we had to climb through the dirt |
| Hell if I forfeit |
| Been around the world and back again, nigga, check out the portrait |
| No more selling me short shit, my will so strong |
| For my soul, if you came across it, time to reclaim my fortune |
| Big fleet, line up the horses, gotta stay on my feet |
| Fuck running, down with the fortress, M-O-B 'til I sleep, nigga |
| South Jamaica is my drive, watch your fucking own back |
| That’s what it takes to stay alive |
| If fiends wild, I’ve got the crystal shiny with me now |
| A thousand and more styles, mine’s like a clip of rounds |
| Watch for the shifty smiles, just push the bar higher |
| Done lifted the crowd |
| Building on tilt, fill up this bitch with loud |
| A temper on me and that click-and-pow |
| Holding on to all these memories |
| I’ve got to think about them just to smile |