Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Live My Life (S.L.A.B.ed), artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Plex, Vol. 4.5 (S.L.A.B.ed), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Grand hustle, Trae Tha Truth
Song language: English
Live My Life (S.L.A.B.ed) |
I’m out here, trying to live my life |
But everyday, is the same old shit |
These niggas, trying to play so shife |
But I gotta keep my head, above water |
Niggas, trying to take my life |
So everyday, is the same old shit |
Nigga I ain’t going out, without a fight |
Yeah, I ain’t sinking under water |
A lot of friends turn to foes, at the drop of a dime |
So I be left the fuck alone, so I could focus on mine |
Ain’t no telling what the fuck gon happen, focusing on the next man |
That’s why I keep a 45 in my hand, for the plex man |
Ain’t no death around the corner, I see death a house away |
And that nigga ain’t gon make it off the jump, cause I’ma spray |
Pain, will be the only thing I feel I be living fo' |
And it’s a given bro, stress be having me feeling low |
Like I tried to let it fade, but it just ain’t gon let me rest |
And all this pride I got inside of me, won’t let me sink my chest |
So I’m known to be the best, at whatever you see me clutching on |
Or else I know that me and my family, ain’t gon have nothing on |
I don’t know everything, but I know I sense the hate |
And ain’t no room for me to wait, bitch I’ma make it to the date |
That my time line stop, and I can’t take another step |
And if my time coming soon, I know my words gon be felt |
These niggas better stop playing these games, showing they sissy-fied |
Running up on a certified, nigga that’s bonified |
With hands I’m the man, when it comes to a squabble |
I got combos and jabs, that’ll make your head bobble |
I done been through too much shit, to take bullshit |
That’s why I’m leaving these niggas, lying in front of bull pits |
My life is in danger, so I’m keeping one in the chamber |
Anybody can get it, just give me some symptoms of banger |
I’m trying to live my life, that they don’t wanna let me live |
With the same old shit, everyday I’m paying bills |
It’s a struggle still I tussle with it, putting up a fight |
Pry to God no one calls, don’t reach me in the night |
Being a nigga that be stressing, with a lot of pride |
I can’t sink under water, I’m gon survive |
In the midst of this gun play, these niggas trying to send my way |
I’m telling ya, it’s gon be war today |
You got people that’ll put they life on the line, and don’t mind dying |
Some that’ll grind till they shine, or die trying |
Mo’fuckers that’ll rob you blind, for your last dime |
Some is even inclined, to mess over they own kind |
Some fools damn near, everything they say they be lying |
Some people’ll fight ya straight up, others’ll steal you from behind |
Some boys’ll leave you ass out, when you in a bind |
Some playas like fat women, some like 'em fine |
Some people on re shit, they just say fuck it sign |
Some people can handle hard times, others lose they mind |
Some folks could end a relationship, and move down the line |
While others go insane, start clicking and pulling nines |
Some fools can go to the Penn, and do a shit load of time |
Some be in that hoe five minutes, and start crying |
The black man by nature, is righteous and divine |
Trae let’s cock up and, fuck it I’m tripping mayn nevermind |