Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Life Is Real, artist - Jah Cure. Date of issue: 27.08.2018
Song language: English
Life Is Real |
| Padri… |
| Woii yoii |
| El Gringo, El Gringo, El Chapo, El Chapo |
| Ohh |
| Gun shot back him up (Woi) |
| Disrespect, the bwoy shot him up |
| Rude bwoy rinse the steel, yeah |
| Forever gangster, forever OG |
| The fire nah, reject nobody yet (No no) |
| Me no response fi nobody death |
| Life is so real, yeah |
| So real |
| In this life of mine, me come from nothing |
| Hustle too hard fi get sup’m |
| In this life of grave, but you haffi stay thuggy |
| Streets a make a way for me |
| Life of mine, life of mine |
| In this life of crime |
| Today me nah, wul no Henny nor no Whiskey medz |
| Me a, pree the Bentley and a pree the Benz |
| Cah, man a come from nothing |
| Me wan' billions fi Jah Cure and fi me ends |
| When, me a grow a bay wire fence |
| Now, man a Uptown resident |
| Plus, nowadays me and Mini and TJ rolling just like the president |
| We lock the place and it evident |
| Diss di killy dem you nah see no evidence |
| Bwoy violate Jah Cure, me and the thugs dem roll up a him residence (Woi) |
| Dem know my style, drive up neat and take weh him points dem |
| Gun shot back him up |
| Disrespect the bwoy shot him up |
| Rude bwoy rinse the steel, yeah (Yenow) |
| The fire nah reject nobody yet |
| Me no response fi nobody death |
| Life is so real, yeah |
| In this life of mine, me come from nothing |
| Hustle too hard fi get sup’m |
| In this life of grave, but you haffi stay thuggy |
| Streets a make a way for me |
| Yeah, where I come from, nothing no easy |
| The ghetto youth dem feel the feeling |
| It’s a lost cause |
| Oh yeah, yeah |
| So dem decide fi murder |
| Another mother woulda bawl when she see her son dead 'pon the corner |
| Mhmmm |
| Life is so real |
| When you live by the sword |
| No bother with the gun talk, youth |
| You might die the same way |
| Ooo, life is so real, yeah |
| Haffi get money, youth live it up |
| We know say you tired and we live ruff |
| Better days we look forward, no giving up |
| 'Cause the money nah mek when the blood ah run |
| Gun shot back him up |
| Disrespect the bwoy shot him up |
| Rude bwoy rinse the steel, yeah |
| The fire nah reject nobody yet |
| Me no response fi nobody death |
| Life is so real, yeah |
| In this life of mine, me come from nothing |
| Hustle too hard fi get sup’m |
| In this life of grave, but you haffi stay thuggy |
| Streets a make a way for me |
| Come from nothing |
| Hustle hard, haffi get sup’m |
| Streets a make a way for me |