Life We Chose

[Intro: Young Chris] Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef It's real shit North of Death, home of Philly Uh, chea uh [Verse 1: Young Chris] Lights is gettin' dimmer Nights gettin' colder Lost three of my soldiers Life feel like it's over Unloading there's something in my way They'll never take me alive I got something on the way I'ma survive I'mma try to do straight Try to make it alive, be around for That due date But it's hard, niggas hating em hard That loss hurt to the heart But still they say it's they fault, we blame y'all Nigga how, nigga please It's still on baby Tell them niggas have they steel off safety What about them other fake dudes that he grew up wit Elementary middle school up wit Man them niggas was there ain't move yet I'm startin' to think they had somethin' to do wit it I used to think them niggas was scared It's lookin' a little shaky now Niggas happy his little brother's snappin now, his mother hate me now [Hook: Denim] Even though it hurts some days This is the game we chose to play Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay Now a bullet ain't got no aim And y'all know bullets ain't got no name But this is the life we chose And it will never change [Verse 2: Neef] Everyday we reminisce about that three day trip Same night that we left, got a call you hit Thought you was still wit us, aimed at me that he flipped Got a call from Aunt peaches found out where you was hit Three hit himself who missed him and you just a couple inches You don't know how much you miss him, bullshittin' in the kitchen Ninety percent fist fights leadin' to them slammers But lil' Drake ain't understand until one of them niggas vanish This rap shit is crazy but believe me I'mma try Whether happened or not homie I got lil' five And with the real ones I'mma slice my pies As you would of wanted, man I'm so sick to my stomach That you ain't around enjoyin' the fruits of our labors Shit's about to get major, and these niggas really hate us Around for nothin' givin' me teeth and palms Man I don't pay 'em no mind, just try to focus and rhyme ya know [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Chris] Aunt peaches that's where you can reach us Cook out every other til' they took a nigga brother Love ya like a brother so I try to take ya brother And he be on some other shit, I be tryin' to tell 'em man I seen how you feel He had intentions on killin' my big brother Just to let me see how he feel Tellin' me his life over fuckin' cops They know they after, run before they catch him he got people to kill That boy crazy, he got people for real He gone wind up layin' somewhere peaceful for real Like he the only one goin' through the pain Like his mom and Aunt peaches ain't goin' through the same Cool one minute, then he goin' through a change I don't need that around, keep the heaters around Just like the rest of the niggas that I leave in the town So I separate myself, I look better wit myself [Repeat Hook]