Testo Life Is Short - Drag-On
Testo della canzone Life Is Short (Drag-On), tratta dall'album Hell and Back
All I do is speak the truth, so don't judge me by my lies
I weigh about a buck forty, don't judge me by my size
My Glocks is like Michael J. Fox's Family Ties
Cause it'll make a family cry, why?
A lot of questions just ain't answered, problems ain't resolved
Like is Drag really a gang member, or just involved?
Y'all can be the boss of the bosses, I'll be the cause of the causes
I'll rob from the rich and give to the less fortunate
Y'all'll buy a thousand whips and in your raps you'll floss the shit
I'll buy a thousand kicks and give to the young orphanage
When I was young I was a soft kid, 'til I snapped
And they couldn't get me off a key cause he sold my mom's crack
In fact, I caught a case beyond that
I couldn't face my mom's crack addiction cause I was way beyond that
But, I face facts
I got bust over the left side of my face
My face back, but I had to fix that
Real life shit
Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the high
It's just the way we live or die
Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the high
It's just the way we live or die
My blood I had to taste that
My wound I had to heal that
In order to feel that
Real life shit and still rap
Cause my rhymes still here, so I done fried a few punks
My mom's still here, but she dyin' in a few months
That's real life cancer, and doctors ain't got the answer
I hope y'all feelin' this cause I ain't '
Posed to be tellin' y'all this shit
Like I ain't 'posed to be sellin'
Y'all this shit, but this is real life
Like I ain't 'posed to be cryin' over this shit, but I still might
Shit just don't feel right
But I'ma hold on
'Stead of holdin' my fo'-fo' long
I'ma hit the gym and get my swole on
Sometimes my head gone
And I don't give my pops props cause he was dead wrong
Pops, what's up?
You know what? I don't give a fuck
The only thing I'm happy that you did was bust me out your nuts
Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the high
It's just the way we live or die
Life is short, time flies
It ain't our fault, blames aside
It ain't the licks, it ain't the high
It's just the way we live or die
But nigga this is real life
It makes me clutch my Glock real tight
It makes me wanna fight, but I get it off when I write
So these last few months, my moms could live right
New clothes, they said she might lose her sight
Fuck it, she saw me blow
I reminisce sometimes, I pull out old photos
It gets me stressed, or I could smoke up like forty O's
Sometimes I feel like walkin' with a mean bop
Bustin' 'til I see cops, snortin' 'til I see snot
Throw on a pair of flip-flops
Take steps to the roof of the ledge 'til my feet stops
But I need not
I got a life ahead of me
I got a wife in back of me
At least I gotta see my seed drop
Probation got me on the detox
So when I die, bury me next to the weed crop
So when I'm in heaven, I can give weed to 'Pac
Smoke trees with Big
Tell Aaliyah we miss ya
And Pun we had fun witcha
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Fields, Mel Smalls
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