1kteezy - Life (Outro)

(Othello on the beat)

Life's what you make it, you play with mine, then I take it
These bitches basic, I get they number, erase it
We ain't arguin', grown folks have conversations
You my brother, we ain't competin', and we ain't racin'
These niggas don't know the difference, that's how I'm feelin'
That bullet ain't kill my lil' partner, y'all killed 'em
Tryna figure out who the victim, we all victims
I told mama that I'm sorry that my name up in the system
Student of the new school, I'm ahead of my class
Smart nigga, but sometimes a nigga think with that mag
Been out the way, but I guess it's time to get in my bag
I stayed focus, I promise them hard times don't last
Don't even know how I made this far, It's like you gotta fallout with 'em just to see who they are
I'm workin' on myself, just be patient, I'm gettin' up to par
And you ain't gotta fake for nothin', nigga just be who you are, and that's on gang nigga

Money bring you happiness, I swear to God it's true
I'm tired of these childish hoes, just can't vibe with you
Smart ones like a smart one, I just got out of school
You want the truth, but can't handle it, that's why I lie to you
See that's why I don't cry to you, you don't know I'm dyin' too
I hate advice, so don't give it, I'ma say I got it fool
Hood nigga, kinda educated, ain't the kind for you
I don't tell you shit, I know you gon' tell it, it's fine, it's cool
But that was way back when, now everybody got these player thoughts
I'ma tell you the difference, real players never get caught
Every time I think I'm winnin', somehow I still take a loss
I use to point the finger at so much shit that was my fault
But I'm a man now, I guess I understand now
That when you got your hand out, them niggas ain't gon' handout
But when the money expand out, them niggas they your mans' now
And the people that didn't fuck with you all of a sudden your friends now

Niggas think it's cool, living up off of other niggas
I guess it figures, when it's pressure you ain't the one to get 'em
Niggas got guns fasho', you ain't gon' pull that trigger
And if you do, it's in the air, you ain't aimin' at niggas
I ain't no killer, push me wrong, whole fam'll get ya'
Big Teezy gon' be at your door like pizza deliver
I had to make some of myself, or the streets'll get ya'
I mean ain't nothin' wrong with the streets, but my dreams differ
I'm kinda different from niggas, I ain't your average dude
When push come to shove for me, might have to clap a dude
Niggas get to talkin' too much, and then I slap a dude
Niggas always saying they crazy until I act a fool
I beat the odds, from this side, I'm above the rim
He wanted to be closer to God(bow), lucky him
Sometimes I wish I could go back, and reverse time
Real killers don't think twice, I go with my first mind

Written by:
Tariq Roberts

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