J. Dash - Life lyrics

I guess this is the fade in
11 pounds at weigh in
I see these people talkin' but I
Don’t know what they sayin’
I see my arms movin' but I don’t have control
Feel like I’ve been here befo' and
They just recycled my soul
'Cause, I ain’t been here long
Yet I still understand
How to do things like grab whatever's
In the palm of my hand
Doctors put me in the cell I
Thought I’d never get out
Until a couple people scooped me
Took me out to they house
And it was then I started learnin'
What this place was about
When I’m alone in the room
Sometimes I stare at the wall
But, I got tired of that and
So I started to crawl


Crawlin' done turned in to walkin'
Walkin' to runnin' to ballin’
Ballin’ to playin’ with other kids until
Mama was callin' for me
To come inside, run inside, trip on the curb
Skinned my knee on the pavement
And said some horrible words that I heard
From the other little kids 'round
The corner of the block
Mama heard me I got popped, so I stopped
Or maybe I just learned how not to get caught
Somethin's strange, tell me why everything
It startin' to change
I guess this life ain’t all
About chasin' material things
And pleasin' me, me, it’s all 'bout mine
I'd do anything just to make that dime
I shouldn’t have never see him
Pullin' out that dime
It never would’ve made me
Wanna choose that grind
Now I’m feelin' like everybody's
Out to get me gangbangers took me in
Now the hood's ridin’ with me
And I’m livin' in the fast lane
Gotta make that fast change
'Cause time change quick, ask Mike Vick
Now my ride clean, I’m only 17
Pockets on creatine, I’m on top of the world
I’m in the club free, all in VIP
All drinks on me, I’m on top of your girl
I got a lotta funds, employ the young guns
So I can sit back, and get the kick back
Feel like I’m missin’ somethin' so
I bought some mo' stuff
Money, jewelry, houses, cars, women
Still it ain’t enough
I gotta get mo', g-gotta get mo'
Because the TV says I need mo' greed, mo'
(Money) Cocaine (Money) Ball out
(Money) Baby momma (Money) So I crank it up
I made a little money than I made a bit mo'
With the money that I made from the day befo'
And I ain’t ever had this kind of pay befo'
And these models ain’t never
Gave me play befo'
'Cause now I’m on, on, spaceship gone
I’m so gone I forgot my home
Didn’t even notice 'cause of all that chrome
And can’t nobody touch it 'cause
I’m in my zone
So now I’m in the club chillin’ out one night
Broad came in with a dress so tight
Swag on check, game spit just right
Yada, yada, yada, yada now she my wife
Ten years greater and three jit's later
I’m still makin hit's
Knockin' out these haters
God pullin’ at me but I’ll try that later
'Cause, I’m livin’ on the dark side
Runnin’ like the Pharcyde
(Hah) Took a breath, now back at it
Didn’t mention that I picked
Up a cigarette habit
And it got a little harder to breathe
Doc' said, "Got a disease"
Smoke, smoke, I need that to cope
'Cause life is still cold if u ain’t got hope
The world is a stage so try not to choke
My swag done got so perfect that
I feel like I’m surfin’
I sold my soul to Earth
And I wonder if it’s worth it
Cigarettes are testin' me and they gon'
Get the best of me
Baby mama stressin' me and I
Thought God was blessin’ me
This ain’t what I thought of when
I was getting caught up
In that Terry Benedict, ain’t nobody benefit
All my life was filled with this
Now my body feelin’ sick
This is raw as feelin's get
And ain’t nobody feelin’ this
This media is killin' us
But ain’t nobody feelin’ this
I know God is real in this
Ain’t nobody feelin’ this
If I could do it all again
I’d do it different
I’d do it different, I’d do it different

If I could do it all again (Is it over?)
I’d do it different (Is it over)
I’d do it different (Is it over for me?)
If I could do it all again (Is it over?)
I’d do it different (Is it over?)
I’d do it different (Is it over for me?)
If I