Life

[Verse 1: Young Roddy] Life... Ugh What you know about short days and them long nights boy, Tryin' to get your bread up And my homie caught him a life sentence damn, hope he keep his head up And I made it this far simply cuz why? I stayed prayed up And I'm clearly past my limit Tryin' to maintain my image Gotta push start for my engine I kick, push to go get it For my dead passed I pour henny To the single mother get money Boy my rims touch and I'm hungry All aware but ain't shit funny I'm spaced out, I'm blunted Will I make it out shit I wonder All them crabs up in that bucket Tryin' they best to pull the kid under I don't think so That fake shit'll make me go loco I'm worldwide not just local I'm too deep, me and my 44 Her ass fat, but I can handle that Her head down when she throw it back Life.. [Verse 2: Curren$y] La La La La The game funny so I don't play Big money nigga heavyweight Successful at every level so I graduate With high honor marijuana Imma' levitate Present that sideways slang Imma' set you straight Should never have came in this lane if you couldn't accelerate You been ran over flat line pancake You do better steppin' off than ever standin' in my way