Life Of Crime

(Album: Ketha Son - 2019)

Forever thugging, live a life of crime
Done seen a lot of shit up in this life of mine
Impatient baby, I been waiting my whole life to shine
So try to take it and I'm slanging all type of iron
Told my mama like, "Baby, wipe your eyes"
Stressing and I know you tired, wondering if I'm alive
But mama, you know that your son a rider
I said mama, you know that your son a Spider (Luwhop)

Told Ketha my faith and my heater in this Spider shit
When you found my guns up in your house, I had all type of shit
I was getting these lectures on how I should change my life and shit
So this a letter but better, 'cause I ain't write this shit
So you know it's true 'cause it's coming from the heart
Did it all for you, been the reason from the start
The reason I grind hard, them visits behind bars
Made me appreciate you like, "Ma, we should spend time more"
But you know your child wild and I been living reckless
Had to tote some Glock-9's and a Smith & Wesson
But they never stopped my grind, for the top, I'm destined
Now my music nationwide, ma, your son a legend

Forever thugging, live a life of crime
Done seen a lot of shit up in this life of mine
Impatient baby, I been waiting my whole life to shine
So try to take it and I'm slanging all type of iron
Told my mama like, "Baby, wipe your eyes"
Stressing and I know you tired, wondering if I'm alive
But mama, you know that your son a rider
I said mama, you know that your son a Spider

Way back when I was wearing diapers
Never knew I'd pick the mic up
Never known I'd play with rifles or be up the road with lifers
Got hoes tatting spiders on they body parts
Just from the shit that I record, ice on me, no bodyguard
Motherfuck security, no fear in me, I'm busting for it
Built for this shit, tough like Ford, you taught me no nuts, no glory
Now they pay to hear my story, mama
Was just in front your honor, now I'm on stage in designer
Been spending all the hundreds, drilling all summer
Was looking up to Zo until they put my dawg under
Took my bros off the field, gave 'em football numbers
But they took it all from us, we slipped up, we all fumbled
And now I'm way up but I still remain humble
Bought a crib to thank mama 'cause I got the game from her
Without your support, swear I never would've made it
Send it to my baby, you sweet as sweet Sadie
And you are appreciated

Forever thugging, live a life of crime
Done seen a lot of shit up in this life of mine
Impatient baby, I been waiting my whole life to shine
So try to take it and I'm slanging all type of iron
Told my mama like, "Baby, wipe your eyes"
Stressing and I know you tired, wondering if I'm alive
But mama, you know that your son a rider
I said mama, you know that your son a Spider (Luwhop)