Z-Ro, Al-D - Life Story lyrics

Nobody seems to understand that
My brain ain't stable
They got me out on the ledge
Feel like I'm falling off the
Edge it ain't no fable
It's reality, feel like I'm on the offensive
They trying to tackle me
That's why I keep popping fists
So rather relative or stranger
Better keep your distance
I can't determine friend or foe
So you in danger
Chemical imbalances of the weed and cocaine
But it really don't matter to society
A nigga that got no face and no name
Deserving more
But I'mma mob until I ain't got nothing left
And the only thing that's promised to
Me is more problems and death
Cause there's some niggas looking for me
And they might be near
And if they kill me don't shed a tear
Remember I'm not happy here
Even still, got to keep my eyes on the prize
Although my vision is blurry I'm
Losing life in a hurry
Even my girlfriend don't understand
Didn't want to witness the wicked so please
Find yourself another man, haters feel me

This is my liiiiiiiiife
Surviving in the struggle, living so shife

My opposition and proposition is
Scheming for cash
And if you bitches is scandalous
I get in that ass
So let's reliviate the pressure
Don't try to run it's guaranteed
These slugs'll catch you
Oh yeah, I keeps a problem solver
A pistol grip, a automatic and revolver
Check it, and I'mma handle up baby
It's in my nature it's a
Must it ain't a maybe, peep game
The feds taking pictures
And tapping my phones
But, if I catch you bitches snitching
Best believe me it's on
I analyze of this realize and
Open fire on bitches
And if I catch you bastards slipping
I'm leaving bodies in ditches, huh
I bet that ass can pass it
Your life span it ain't long
You in a casket, check it
Niggas rushing your ass
Mob deep with ski masks
Busting shots on the road trying
To make your car crash, this is my life

These boys be telling me they got
Love, giving me false-i-fied tapping, but
I know they wouldn't give a fuck about me
If there wasn't no money in rapping
See I know they want to
Get rich off me understand, even if I was
To die but still can talk they still
Put a mic in my hand
For trying to copy my style of life
Pretending like they from my block
While I survive on willing to live while
They depend on mom and pops
Before you make your move
Check yourself and giving me for the millions
For the love of the struggle and just
Can't take it cause you not real
You want to be dead
There's gone be a dentist to see
When a nigga be scream
And hollering I'm godfather
But, I guess it's just the menace in me, plus
The only nigga that's skipping me
From clicking is Herman Fisher
Relocated the killers and gats and drinking
And if and burning swishers
Why they want to play with
My life, they got families, nigga I don't
The only thing between me and them hoes
Is I'mma keep thugging they timid ass won't
Will they mind they own god damn business
And keep they self out of mine
Because of a thin line
Between handling business
And booyah caught with a nine baby