Anonymuz, Sylvan LaCue - 25 to Life lyrics

Alright, I got it yeah, uh

All my life I wanted me a Beamer
Daddy used to whip it on
His way to the cleaners
Smooth jazz, love, '94 and new speakers
Turbo jeans with the clear case beepers
Mama hit the page any time she had to see us
Domino's table, boy, this grown man business
Trick tryna tell me you don't know nan' nigga
Video mix used to keep the
Whole damn kitchen jumpin'
Uncle Luther background
"Hoes up to somethin'"
Mama, why you never let a
Nigga hit the function?
Bust a move in public, boy
You better hush it
Keep your head in them books
Like a test comin'
Composition when I'm trippin'
Let the rest flood in
With a pen and a page, I stage plays
Wonderful in displays
So why it's radical, lettin' you know
It's okay

My goal is to get you to fight back
Against anybody, everybody don't like that
Rxdical Forever, put that shit on my life
And smack a nigga if he come to
Me and try to deny facts
Boy, your favorite rapper isn't
Fuckin' with my passion
My ambition, plan, vision, or my craft
And hasn't gave a fuck about
You people like I have blood up on my pen
Blood sweatin' from my hands
While niggas in my city love
Lettin' the time pass
How you let your mama live
Inside of this viceland?
And not do anything, boy
I don't know where your mind's at
Only make me madder
I ain't getting my time back
For tryna give my fans something
More than a bass drum
Tryna give my fam something more
Than a taste of success
'Cause they stress what afford
From a pay stub
Y'all really ain't hearing me, though
Audio Picasso, I perform with a paintbrush
The old guitarist playing in the
Back is my blank page
I'm tryna make you get the
Picture before it ain't one
Yeah, I'm Anon but they know that I'm A-1
Everyone around me been around
Me from day one been doing my thing while
You niggas just late
So when I jumped up out the gate
They never saw where it came from
But heard about it

There's not enough of us
While we're still alive
That give people the true insight
On what we have done
And how valuable and creative this music is
And what it means to us
In the American society
Especially from the standpoint of blacks

25 years on this shit and I'm still broke
Frontin' like I got it when I
Know that I still don't
Watchin' niggas pop and start to
Profit with no skill
And trendin' while I'm begging for a
Shot and it kills hope
Never compromised to get a shot
And I still won't
But then I seen my mama cry and, dawg
I came real close
Have you ever tried to tell
Somebody you will blow
And watch 'em look at you like you
Been hurt or a little slow?
This shit is crazy, shit is crazy, yeah
But, I can't give up yet
Can't live a life of what ifs
Can't live a life where I die with regrets
No plan B's, fall back or what's next
Pushing through the pain, setbacks and upsets
I'm tryna tell you
How you take it shows how you make it out
How you face shit? Yo, how you break it down?
Rollin' up don't make me no greater now, no
How you take it shows how you make it out
How you face shit? Yo, how you break it down?
Rollin' up don't make me no greater now, woah
Woah