that's clear I wanna see your name hand written on a letter whether this is planned or not Life keeps getting better but still I just don't understand
My life's these yellow lines, concrete and parliament butts Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks Load in, sound check, play show
My life's these yellow lines, concrete, and parliment butts Exhaust fumes and rest stops who drive hard for their bucks Load in, sound check, play show
still having the bitches I'm rapping now reminiscing and goddammit we did it From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen Splitting it eight ways flipping it 8 days
me close like butter played toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Livin' life
Primo wanted me to do You think he'd want me to serve life for a punk or two Or even cry over him for a couple of days Damn raza we've got to change
100 percent To nourish and cherish every moment To deliver the goods I am efficient And I know you're possessed with the ingredients During the week the days
currency I'll never even get to see this fast life soon shatter us 'Cause after all the lights and screams nothing but my dreams matter Hoping for better days
're needed at the scene Scrubbed all night to some old color me bad Wrapped up the bloody towels in a garbage bag Send it to the curb, it ain't absurd This week's been good
I'm trying to tell ya, Not a day goes by in life, we don't feel ya We ain't taking nothing for granted Mom's lasagna is so good I can't stand it! Mrs
boy, I'm tryin' to tell ya Not a day goes by in life, we don't feel ya We ain't takin' nothin' for granted Mom's lasagna is so good I can't stand it
You talk too much Then you never shut up He said, "You talk too much" Homeboy you never shut up Shut up Shut up Twenty-five hours, eight days a week
be glad, I got 3 strikes Because back in '85, I'd been done gave your ass a black eye See I been wavin' at your ass all week But all you do is roll
better pain and stress Look a murderer in the face, comin' up with a wilder range You're blitzed 1, 2, 3 and to the 4, 4, the good, the bad and the ugly
my niggas, We made it through another week and that?s Bantom We just trying to get by, trying to make it to the top, But the mountain so high, Good thing
To plan Martin, needed some space to plot my plans out Speak of life, still rock low, plus the sneaker type Be for kites pushin' a stick make you breeze through life
Chorus I say boot up or shut up Nigga get yo life lit up Yeah yeah yeah wootay I say boot up or shut up or Get yo fuckin' life lit up Yeah yeah yeah