Lil' Keke - Life We Live (feat. C-Bo) Lyrics

Lyrics Life We Live (feat. C-Bo) - Lil' Keke




Black ladies would crack babies to gain heart
The old man got two families, go on boy it
Going to class and trying to pass just wasn't me
Fuck some A's, I'm running plays to be a G
On the highway, cause it's Friday
Having visions of them foes in the driveway
Nightmares of living off in the sweatbox
Mama crying, I'm thugging these people's stressed out
My lil' homie got a L, that's a cold lick
Meanwhile I'm out here trying to get a whole brick
From the start, it's from the heart, it ain't a part missing
Don Ke on my life, nigga, I'm cut different
This just the life we live, yeah
This how we play in the field
State of California, home of gorillas and panthers
Say the blood's a crips and wrangles, Northangles is cancer
Say that three violet felon needs to get you to standard
Kickstand, bicycle, came right up to Stanford
Dreams in the window
Everything I seen I thought was the answer
Everything that glittered, I thought I'd get
It Hustle a gambler, learned to turn one into
Two Turned me to a handler, now I'm trying to
Invest everything Picking some land up, I'm a hustler
Before I'd be a customer Candy paint guts, paired D's, now put your
Cutlass up Balls through the winter just to come and
Fuck the summer up Family, they can work, but just don't let
Them fuck the numbers up
This just the life we live, yeah This how we play in the field
This wasn't a part of the deal But they wasn't keeping it real
This shit a jungle, my nigga, come see the planet apes
I'm eighteen, I'm drinking syrup and doing tapes
Niggas talking that shit, but ain't gonna bust a grape
I got a zip of that hard bust down on the plate
I had dreams of being more than a convict
But these killers and thugs is who I run with
Three in the morning in the stores in the streets, feel it
Pimped a pen, going crazy, man, I really killed it
Packing pistols and pushing work and knocking hoes
Now we holing and getting paper and rocking shows
They was hating on the kid and now them niggas shook
Don't mess with Texas, the truth, it's in the history books



Writer(s): Marcus Lakee Edwards


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