This Life Comes Once

Said what you know bout life
I know you barely lived it
And all your comments on my come up they just mad dismissive
Don't be mad cause when you had the chance you went and missed it
These kids in college ain't ahead me, man be realistic
Cause I can't tell you which is which Atlantic or pacific
But when Atlantic call I know you go be talking business
It ain't make sense to me but cents to you a large precentage
And since we talking cents, I'm sensing that you lost the scrimmage
We in the game tho, you never had a foot in
My city like my halo, we shining when we shouldn't (You do the math)
Cause we ain't got the numbers just the hype
And tons of kids who stayed up grinding late like every night
I circumvented all discussions bout who wrong and right
So when discussing me they talk my music not my life

You put your life on hold that's when yo life gone
Why you running away (Why you running away)
They tell me write these flows
But I don't write songs, if I got nothing to say
Baby I be on the road
Party on the side
Pedal to floor
Doing 80 in a 5
Do 100 on the 4 (i4)
You would think I wanna die
C'est la vie the only mode
That keep from blowing out my mind (and mother fuckers say)

30 30
I want that 30 30
30 million in my pocket before the age of 30
If I'm riding in that pocket you know the track is dirty
And If you asking for the boy you know I'm taxing surely
I found myself when I realized I ain't give a fuck
Cause those who tell you not to do it they ain't lived enough
I stack the money for brother cause his living tough
And why I never listen cause I gotta live for both of us
Got shawty passed out. Cause the gas loud we smoked in Glasgow
Last down. Brady stepping back. 12 on my back now
Mask out. finger on the trigger never back down
Smile on my face cause I'm the mother fucking cash cow
They talking shit
They talking shit like you ain't know I'm the one
I never been afraid to close out all this shit and just run
My teachers tried to give me lessons I ain't listen to one
Ain't take advice from anybody I ain't wanna become

You put your life on hold that's when yo life gone
Why you running away (Why you running away)
They tell me write these flows
But I don't write songs, if I got nothing to say
Baby I be on the road
Party on the side
Pedal to floor
Doing 80 in a 5
Do 100 on the 4 (i4)
You would think I wanna die
C'est la vie the only mode
That keep from blowing out my mind (and mother fuckers say)