Life on the Edge

[Verse 1] Life's a game, if you don't know how to play, you lose Confusing people with the shit that they say on the news Can't pay for baby shit, shit, but she paying for shoes House shopping's the only time that I'm paying for views The game's fucked up, everybody's rapping now Bragging 'bout a Gucci belt but they ain't got a house Way past the era when your lyrics needed meaning Way past the era when your songs needed feeling Mummy working three jobs And struggling to pay the bills each month And she got three sons, you know, it's each one teach one So it won't be long before the younger sibling becomes Like their older brothers slinging on the corner Hard cocaine or that marijuana Married to the game like you got beef with All my niggas who were your niggas, but now they'd kill you if they saw ya From that murder capital where they murder for numbers Filing algebratic equations occuring [?] That MAC-10 or that 45 Will leave your face next to RIP on your jumper [Hook] Living life on the edge I wonder if they'll cry when I'm dead Living life on the edge I wonder if they'll cry when I'm dead [Verse 2] Would you take a normal egg instead of a Fabergé Or keep the normal one and fry it for your family? Or take the Fabergé and take a couple pictures And post the shit all over Instagram and Twitter? Young prince with hills tryna build mountains They want [?], I want land so I can build houses At 19, my mindframe ain't your average Most of these youngers are toy soldiers, they don't have a say But someone's getting the drop right now It's the middle of July, the block's hot right now Shit, hiding from the cops right now Someone's getting shot at or getting shot right now I'm living in war, I'm living in war, what am I living for? I've had it before, I've had it before, so why am I living poor? Money's an issue, man, you were so official When you had it, now you don't have it, niggas wanna diss you [Hook]