Lyrics Life & Death? - Wst. Taylor

I question life I question death
Blunt after blunt till there's nothing left
I question life I question death
Blunt after blunt till there's nothing left

Guess I'm the topic of discussion
When niggas not doing nothing
Making something outta something
Still came up with nothing
Not discouraged nigga I'm still hustling
The one with the extras when shit go left
Niggas stress out forget that we bless
I question life I question death
What is the meaning of your purpose
When you feel your presence is a burden
Seen heaven and hell made you determine
Breaking a nail trying to scratch the surface
My brotha keepa never leave a nigga behind
Sleep deprived trying to stay alive
Aye little nigga I advised you hold yo peace to survive before you get caught up in this ride
Self made young 7 street designed
Brainless piston with a pistol mark out wit a pencil
Grim swinging it's scythe barely missed him
Bullets ain't go not name carved in the mental

I question life I question death
Blunt after blunt till there's none left
I question your intentions
I question my mission
I question life I question death
I question life I question death
Blunt after blunt till there's none left
I question life I question death
Blunt after blunt till there's none left
I question life I question death
Blunt after blunt till there's none left

Soul brother number 3 locc in this control system
On the blocc boosting up the crime rate
Soaking up the energy you feel the hate
Cut the grass to reveal these snakes
All those feelings you contain in that crate
My dawg just give it away
I question life I question death
Blunt after blunt till there's none left
For all Homies that's dead and gone
You would think I know Zion
Take a L nigga move on
Niggas don't wanna see you grow
Temptations on pretty Lucy gold
My nigga have a nose for this shit
We ain't new to conflict
On the edge till we hit a licc
Street ties guns come in all size
See the killa in his eyes
Nigga tap brain is fried
Stanking up the blocc once a week
Bro have 5-0 winning streak
That bitch karma pulled up
Pour out for that homie last week
Damn

I question life I question death
Blunt after blunt till there's none left
I question life I question death
Blunt after blunt till there's none left
I question life I question death
Blunt after blunt till there's none left
I question