[Verse 1]
All I do is speak the truth so don`t judge me by my lies
I weigh about a buck 40 don`t judge me by my size
Our glocks is like Michael J. Fox it`s +Family Ties+
Cuz it`ll make a family cry, why
A lot of questions just ain`t answered problems ain`t resolved
Like if 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 rob from the rich and give to the less fortunate
well I buy thousand whips and in your raps I floss this shit
I buy thousand kicks and give to the young orphanage
When I was young I was a soft kid `till I snap
and they couln`t get me off a kid cuz he sold my mom`s crack
In fact, I caught a case beyond that I couldn`t face my moms
crack addiction cuz I was way beyond that but I face facts
I got busted over the left side of my face my face back
But I had to fix that
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
Life is short, time flies
It ain`t our fault, blames aside
It ain`t the licks, it ain`t the eyes
It`s just the way we live or die
[Verse 2]
My blood I had to taste that my wound I had to heal that
In order to feel that a real life shit and still rap cuz
My rhymes still here so I done fried a few punks
My mom still here but she`ll die in a few months
thats real life cancer and doctors ain`t got the answer
I hope yall fellin this cuz I ain`t supposed to be tellin y`all this shit
like I ain`t supposed to be sellin yall this shit but this is real life
like I ain`t supposed to be cryin over this shit but I still mind
Shit just don`t feel right but I`m gonna hold on
Till the hole in my 44 long
I`m gonna hit the gym and get my swoll on
Sometimes my head gone
Snd I don`t give my pops props cuz he was dead wrong
Pops was 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
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
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, in new clothes
they said she might lose her sight fuck it she saw me blow
I reminisce sometimes I pull out old 40 year olds
it gets me stressed so I could smoke up like 40 of those
sometimes I feel like walkin with a mean bout
bustin till I see cops snowin till I see slot
throw on a pair of flip flops take steps to the roof of the ledge
till my feet stop 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 a detox, so when I die, bury me next to the weed crops
so when I`m in heaven I can give weed to Pac and smoke trees with Big L
Alliyah we miss ya and Pun we have fun wit ya
