Smokey Charles - What's Life...
While you niggas in the sand I be moving forward
Better roll anther blunt my patients gettin shorter
Steady run this marathon if I don’t torture
Shit I know what I am I’m a life Soulja
Turkey bacon wit some eggs for me n my daughter
Her mama want me in the grave I’m dodgin the slaughter
I'm avoiding all these snakes n sheep I promise
Never try to end the game just level up harder
I’ve been sent to change some thangs mainly cuz of how was brought in
I was barred from Oregon Houston blast away to Portland
That shit was illegal just to have me in they family was ironic met a nigga same boat different family
Hatin on the roots Hatin on his melanin
Then I seen the boondocks uncle ruckus what we calling’s him
I’ve been steady askin what is life seen Cullinans
Ridin threw lake Oswego’s were on my feat
3 stripes music fashion high luxury floor length mink
Been lightin blunts in public tryna stay discrete
I wonder if I’ll ever achieve all these dreams
Just know right now never quittin so let’s see
Batters box I’m standin in
Pitcher throwin at my head
Journey for a jewel only few will find in the end
Baby only growin so in constant need of all the bread
Countin all the blessins raise our glasses and we toast to that
I remember all the bull shit in the past that you have said
Sure I get it but you stayin where the past is
Steady make our own paths in this marathon we in
Steady make our own paths in this marathon we in
While you niggas in the sand I be moving forward
Better roll anther blunt my patients gettin shorter
Steady run this marathon if I don’t torture
Shit I know what I am I’m a life Soulja
I’ve been rollin up needin more then a quarter
Wonder if my past dealings end up like rich porter
End up Alpo dog food canned up in the orchard
Lemon colored cation tape to hold back mama n my daughter
Just some nightmare that I’m facin as the nights be growin longer
I’ve been tryna cross the road gettin smacked up like I’m frogger
Always told if feelin froggy then mall fucka leap
I have shot myself in foot some times because I want a freak
I've been chasin all these highs because the cuts run deep
I've been missin miss Annie I wonder if some DMT
Let me see the pearly gates but come back in one piece
Cuz I know there’s others countin can’t give them that feeling
Whoah
Maybe money do though its never numbing pain
Plus ain't got none so its daggxrs what a fuckin shame
Tryna climb this mountain stone the haters beat the odds
Never lose myself stay planted always with my god
Tryna be the rod that light the circle always on
Craw McGraw to my demons they won’t win oh naw
You won’t ever catch me lackin need to see my seed
Y’all are fucked I’m comin for throne bow to the king
Batters box I’m standin in
Pitcher throwin at my head
Journey for a jewel only few find in the end
Baby only growin so in constant need of all the bread
Countin all the blessins raise our glasses and we toast to that
I remember all the bull shit in the past that you have said
Ain’t nothin against you but you stayin where the past is
Steady make our own paths in this marathon we in
Steady make our own paths in this marathon we in
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