Chuco - Helluva Life

I take drugs cause I been through it all
I'll prove to me before I prove to y'all
They keep saying it get greater later
But I still feel like ama loose it all
Go through shit don't make a sound
I told God don't let me down
All these problems give me migraines
They put brodie in the ground all the opps been tryna clown
Fuck it let a hunnit rounds spray, yea
I won't speak about no beef, I had a hell of a night
Load my blick before I sleep, I live a hell of a life
I ain't even tryna blink, but this a hell of a sight
I ain't even tryna sing, but this a hell of a mic
Age eleven my grand daddy died right in my crib
Age eleven Dr. Dre I picked up all the pills
Shawty say she hate when I get High and
Every time she text i'm not replying
But everyday I wake up I get high bae
She gone make her face up when it's my way
She so quick to switch up like the highway
Every time we break up I just cry bae
Go through shit don't make a sound
I told God don't let me down
All these problems give me migraines
They put brodie in the ground all the opps been tryna clown
Fuck it let a hunnit rounds spray, yea
I won't speak about no beef, I had a hell of a night
Load my blick before I sleep, I live a hell of a life
I ain't even tryna blink, but this a hell of a sight
I ain't even tryna sing, but this a hell of a mic
Ain't no walkie talkie this a pocket rocket, aye
Ain't no sloppy toppy I told shawty walk it out
She heard that i'm popping now she wanna talk it out
Ain't no fucking talking please get out the fucking house
Hamma fighting cases this shit feel like Blu-Ray
Locked up in the cages ain't no fucking 2K
Scoop say call him Blow cause he just want a new face
Locked up in the cages he get out in two days
If you see me out in person don't be looking, get you killed
See me popping all them perkys just know shit been getting real
(One thing that's for certain i'm gone get it how I live)
(Two things that's for certain I could get that nigga killed)
Aye yo Christmas coming up and my lil niece just want that IPhone
Sacrifice is everything I'll probably give her my phone
I told Lae Lae she gone get what she deserve
When I get it i'm gone give yo ass the world
If you ever see my niece look at her face that's like my twin
If you ever see my niece just please don't tell her how i live
All this stress gone get me killed
Still be stressed out by the bills
Still be stressing bout my niggas that be strapped up in the field
If you live by that gun you probably die by it
If Glen got them guns he know that i'll buy it
Heard his mans at the club probably slide by it
Pablo scared, shoot the gun, come on i'll fyi it
(Fyi it up, fyi it, fyi it up)
(Light it up, light it, light it up)

Written by:
Chuco Brennen

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