This Life

(album: Institution - 2015)

Shit just crazy dawg
You know, when niggas fall victim to the system
Nigga get accustom to the street violence

Damn, I've been fucked up and got caught up in this life (shit deep)
I've been trying, but I can't get my circle right (niggas crazy)
It's consequences and repercussions when you thugging (I'm out here thuggin')
I'm doing my thing, so now they tripping all of a sudden (I be tripping on em)
I ain't tripping, I'm just tryna get this money (I'm just tryna get this money)
Road running, state to state, I just been duffing (I just been duffin')
Yeah, you pretty, but your personality ugly, girl
She gon be up for me, even when I'm struggling
My daddy left us, left us at the house with nothing
But I ain't tripping, I kind of like what I'm becoming
Once a nigga get a little Fetty, boy, they coming (you know they comin')
Ready or not, you better be ready, cause they coming (cause they comin')
Keep it real with yourself, fuck a bitch (fuck a bitch)
You just gotta remain yourself, never switch (never change that)
I'm the last nigga left to do this shit (the only one)
Because it ain't nobody else doing this shit (the chosen one)
I'm still working, I ain't perfect, but I'm trying (but I'm tryin')
Mama, I don't like to see you when you crying (fuck you crying for?)
Even though I'm probably the reason why you crying (wipe your eyes out)
Cause I be in some shit, majority of the time (we fine though)
Stick and move, and I be maneuvering, and I be swift (swift)
Road running, it be hard to catch my trail (hard to catch my trail)
Your life ain't tired, wear the bow, but it's still a gift (it's still a gift)
You can have all the money in the world, you still a bitch (you still a bitch)
Why you out here, flagging, like you bout that life (he ain't bout that life)
When you want another nigga, black and white (nigga deaf as hell)
I'm just doing what the fuck I want, cause this my life (cause this my life)
Already got it, I ain't tryna earn no stripes (I ain't tryna earn no stripes)
Now everybody wanna text me, but nobody sent my kite (ain't nobody sent me no fix)
I was living in the dark, but I'm just blessed to see the light
You know I hit them with that poker, but I'm special with the mic
I done took so many losses, thought I'd never get it right (get it right)
Dancing with the devil will have you sitting up in the cell block
Nigga ain't give me shit, out here getting licks, I had to sell rock
All I wanted was my dope boy Reeve, fuck the shell top
No diversity, we just burning in a melting pot
Young niggas wyling, we just burning round here, breaking out
Everybody know that you get locked up, go to selling out
I use to fuck with bruh, I hear he telling now