| Yo what up Term?
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| (Chillin' man)
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| I hear you doing yo thing man, let me hold something
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| (I ain’t got it like that man)
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| But I just see you on BET, I just heard you on the radio
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| (I know man, I know)
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| What do you mean you ain’t got it
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| I just came back from tour but I’m still in the hood
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| Feel like I never left cause my money is less
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| No food in my crib, no money in the bank
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| No bullets in my gun and I’m still on the run
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| I’m fresh off the radio, they was playing my shit
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| And that’s cool, but them niggas ain’t paying me shit
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| But what’s worse, my little cousin looking at me like a star
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| I tell him I’m never one, he say you still are
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| If I don’t make it in this rap shit, I’ma sell coke
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| Cause I’m nice with the rap but I’m equally nice at both
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| I probably could’ve been a school teacher or something
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| I’m fronting, I probably could’ve sold *** or something
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| I’m like they’ll earn hard, I’ll probably die of speed
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| Racing through the city high in the grandma keys
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| I’m from the hill, but fuck NYPD
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| For they did what I’ma do, you can count on me
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| Just say whatever I feel like ODP
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| I ain’t a punk, you can catch me where the OG’s be
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| With the 40 in the crack house with no TV
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| I put 40 on the game, nigga NFC
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| A hustla’s blood, homie we can watch it on the widescreen
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| Front, I can get you a box made out of pine tree
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| Ever since 19, I’ve been the best around
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| Then I got a big ass heart to wrap my vest around
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| I got investors now they want to make me rich
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| Look they want me singing like John, they want to make me switch
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| I got a crazy gift, nigga the way I spit
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| And I ain’t gotta switch up my style for me to make a hit
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| It’s nothing new in the game these nigga’s make me sick
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| Same beat, same hook, same ***
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| The judge says I’m a menace, what would he say to this?
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| Well I could give a fuck, hope somebody takes his kids
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| There’s no justice dawg, it’s just us
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| That’s why I pack a burner on *** bus
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| And my mama told me son you better watch them sluts
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| Keep a Trojan on you don’t wanna knock one up
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| I guess I roll with the dice in the heat of the night
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| Not knowing what I’m out for, fuck I’m about for
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| My bullets blow you out your, heart and your back
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| Leave your heart on your lap, try hollering back
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| That’s life |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song That's Life , by - Termanology. Song from the album Hood Politics IV: Show and Prove, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп