Lyrics Thang Called Life - Chris Sway

So much gas, so much dope
I be in the sky, really tryna float
Tryna blow da pain away

I be hella stuck, focused on da bucks
Tryna run it up, struggle always suck
Gotta hit the bank today

I go hard, no days off
Hope I stay raw, Gotta thank God
Cuz he made a way

Time gets tough, I get tougher
I gotta grind, Mom can′t suffer
I'm just built this way

No matter how hard it gets
I get in the booth, go retarded in it (yes lord)

Yall knew how I started in it
Was juggin in plenty apartments sinning
(Das facts)

My thoughts ain′t match decisions
I wanted the money, I had to get it
(Oh yeah)

This type of life I'm living
It's easy to want to become a villain
(Not me)

I get to the money & chase it (I do)
I ain′t never gon wanna be basic (yes lord)
Never liked getting minimum wages (hell naw)
I ain′t never no slave for no paper (on god)

G Maxo he taught me to flip it (he did)
My bruvva he taught me go get it (he did)
You want it, you need sum ambition (das right)
Never stumble or lose ya position (yes Sir)

That's why I ain′t still out here thuggin (for real)
Rather be in the booth making bangers (on god)
Older homies done turn into strangers (they did)
Self-improvement is sum real dangerous (it is)

Watch me get on this beat & go dummy
Do my dance while they watching my money
Came from going to school looking bummy
Now I'm slamming these jawns like I′m Drummond

'Member back when these girls called me ugly (I wasn′t)
Thankfully for ya boy I was funny (I was)
Used to count thru 'em panties like numbers
All 'em nights we was grinding thru summers

I be still in da booth in the basement (keep going)
Me & Zeusy still working, we patient (go stupid)
Touch my bro, ima turn you to bacon (what else)
Like a hoe, ain′t noone finna save ya (can′t do it)

So much gas, so much dope
I be in the sky, really tryna float
Tryna blow da pain away

I be hella stuck, focused on da bucks
Tryna run it up, struggle always suck
Gotta hit the bank today

I go hard, no days off
Hope I stay raw, Gotta thank God
Cuz he made a way

Time gets tough, I get tougher
I gotta grind, Mom can't suffer
I′m just built this way

Used to jug & finesse
Every night it was filled wit sum stress
Mama buggin cuz I'm in da jects
Tryna flip me some quarters for rep

Ima die behind all my respect
Disrespect me I come for ya neck
Gotta distance ya self from the threats
People couldn′t get right so I left

Watch me bop while I jug on da beat
Feel da vibe from ya head to ya feet
Ima slide if you threaten my team
Broke her spine when she messed with a G

Every track always end up unique
Every bar that I spit is on fleek
Like I said ima die for respect
Rather die on my feet than my knees

So much gas, so much dope
I be in the sky, really tryna float
Tryna blow da pain away

I be hella stuck, focused on da bucks
Tryna run it up, struggle always suck
Gotta hit the bank today

I go hard, no days off
Hope I stay raw, Gotta thank God
Cuz he made a way

Time gets tough, I get tougher
I gotta grind, Mom can't suffer
I′m just built this way