David Banner, Kamikaze, Devin The Dude - Living lyrics
[David Banner, Kamikaze, Devin The Dude - Living lyrics]
I'm livin today
I don't know if it'll be alright, it'll be ok
If it'll be alright, it'll be ok
If it'll be alright, it'll be ok
But, I'm living today
I've been checkin out this reefer 'bout an
Hour and it sounds so soothin
It's kinda hard to write this one
And keep the track movin
Barbeque with weed and brew is
How we usually do it
Get it dumpin while we pumpin
Up some good music can't afford to lose it
Hobbied to a full-time job
Keep my track record clean for those
Who wanna pull my card
It's kinda hard on a brotha
With the struggle and all
But all I can say is
Just keep hustlin and y'all
Got to love it live it
Ya can't be in it for nothin
Cause there's too many niggas out
There who witness this shit it's not fair
Nobody to blame for your misfortune and fame
Just tryna' take the right road, please
Call Jermaine
I've seen rain, but now it's pourin
And at least I gotta have a Sweet
When I wake in the mornin
So let's just all do our
Thing like an orchestra does
Pass the shit around so we can all get a buzz
I can't blame it on my mama
Nigga I knew she was broke
No education so she spent the
Last check on some dope
Hovers to John's and my father
Never seen the funds
But, I heard he was locked in jail
Keep his nuts on his tongue
Who gives a fuck
The government can lick the sweat off my dick
They put crack off in the hood and
Lock us up when we trip a little dough
Ask them hoes what they put in here for
I heard birds fly through the wind
Then they land at your door
Hot sex all night until my body gets numb
I'm too nervous to relax so
I bail when I come
Can't get alone with my folks so
I dump on them fools
Basketball is all they taught a
Young nigga in school
Fuck your foot, and your basket
You can lick on my balls
My school don't have the internet so
I stuff crack in my draws
And if y'all know a better way
Then y'all help me escape
From this hell that I live everyday
Dear Lord, please, forgive me
I've sinned against your land
I've lived this life so hella trife in
This pursuit of loot and fame
You saw your child weapin on his
Knees at night in vein
And it's a way from tryna'
Get off in this game
But, if it's all the same
Can I digress, I've struggled, nonetheless
Make my first mistake of learnin how
To drink and smoke the cess
Did my best to tread water but
It was just as I feared
At the time I needed friends that
Was the time they disappeared
See I got jeered in every corner
Couldn't hang cause I was broke
Thought he had a record deal
It seemed to be the runnin joke
And it's just enough to drive a soul
Of man to drink and smoke
Just enough to make a college grad
Go out and sell dope
And it was never "how ya doin"
Never "can I help"
"Can I share this wealth"
I guess I have to make it by myself
Could it be the situation came from
Dirt that I had done
Havin no earthly idea where my
Next dollar's comin from
Didn't give a damn if daddy all
Alone up in this world
Didn't care anotha nigga had helped
To feed my baby girl
Didn't care that Kamikaze just broke
Down from all the stress
Wasn't there at six that mornin
When my car got reposessed
I thought y'all was my homies
But I guess it's just as well
You left sho' 'nuff
You're rock bottom and I'm a
Let y'all burn in hell you're bitches
I don't know if it'll be alright, it'll be ok
If it'll be alright, it'll be ok
If it'll be alright, it'll be ok
But, I'm living today
I've been checkin out this reefer 'bout an
Hour and it sounds so soothin
It's kinda hard to write this one
And keep the track movin
Barbeque with weed and brew is
How we usually do it
Get it dumpin while we pumpin
Up some good music can't afford to lose it
Hobbied to a full-time job
Keep my track record clean for those
Who wanna pull my card
It's kinda hard on a brotha
With the struggle and all
But all I can say is
Just keep hustlin and y'all
Got to love it live it
Ya can't be in it for nothin
Cause there's too many niggas out
There who witness this shit it's not fair
Nobody to blame for your misfortune and fame
Just tryna' take the right road, please
Call Jermaine
I've seen rain, but now it's pourin
And at least I gotta have a Sweet
When I wake in the mornin
So let's just all do our
Thing like an orchestra does
Pass the shit around so we can all get a buzz
I can't blame it on my mama
Nigga I knew she was broke
No education so she spent the
Last check on some dope
Hovers to John's and my father
Never seen the funds
But, I heard he was locked in jail
Keep his nuts on his tongue
Who gives a fuck
The government can lick the sweat off my dick
They put crack off in the hood and
Lock us up when we trip a little dough
Ask them hoes what they put in here for
I heard birds fly through the wind
Then they land at your door
Hot sex all night until my body gets numb
I'm too nervous to relax so
I bail when I come
Can't get alone with my folks so
I dump on them fools
Basketball is all they taught a
Young nigga in school
Fuck your foot, and your basket
You can lick on my balls
My school don't have the internet so
I stuff crack in my draws
And if y'all know a better way
Then y'all help me escape
From this hell that I live everyday
Dear Lord, please, forgive me
I've sinned against your land
I've lived this life so hella trife in
This pursuit of loot and fame
You saw your child weapin on his
Knees at night in vein
And it's a way from tryna'
Get off in this game
But, if it's all the same
Can I digress, I've struggled, nonetheless
Make my first mistake of learnin how
To drink and smoke the cess
Did my best to tread water but
It was just as I feared
At the time I needed friends that
Was the time they disappeared
See I got jeered in every corner
Couldn't hang cause I was broke
Thought he had a record deal
It seemed to be the runnin joke
And it's just enough to drive a soul
Of man to drink and smoke
Just enough to make a college grad
Go out and sell dope
And it was never "how ya doin"
Never "can I help"
"Can I share this wealth"
I guess I have to make it by myself
Could it be the situation came from
Dirt that I had done
Havin no earthly idea where my
Next dollar's comin from
Didn't give a damn if daddy all
Alone up in this world
Didn't care anotha nigga had helped
To feed my baby girl
Didn't care that Kamikaze just broke
Down from all the stress
Wasn't there at six that mornin
When my car got reposessed
I thought y'all was my homies
But I guess it's just as well
You left sho' 'nuff
You're rock bottom and I'm a
Let y'all burn in hell you're bitches