The Way Life Is Lyrics by Drag-on

The Way Life Is Lyrics

    [verse 1]
    Listen up, yo, shit i get upset if i see a nigga, layin in his sweats
    With blood comin out his head like sweat, knowin i could be next
    So, what about all the babies that aint fully born
    That's less fortunate, like that man walkin with one arm
    They tried to throw me up in a orphanage, with all the kids
    But i stayed up in the offices cuz they couldn't get me, off a kid
    It's sad when a good mother put hard work
    Like wash clothes, off the shit we played on and got hurt
    Why she gotta pay for the dirt
    Cuz her only son is up the street with the whole block sour
    Cuz you know bodies lay for 'bout for eight hours
    Wanna talk about our chrome whips
    There's niggas out there don't own shit
    While we sit at home and bone a bitch while niggas is homeless
    See niggas get piped over dice, wiped out, over 4 digit price
    Damn near broke my heart, made me so sick, i had to go shit
    Found her up the steps a bloody mess, hopeless
    It wasn't cops cuz only street niggas empty the whole clip
    Ya know this

    Chorus 2x: case and drag-on
    People come, people go, that's the way life is
    (and i heard that)
    I don't know what to do, guess i just have to laugh
    (and we heard that)

    [verse 2]
    Yo bullets don't have no name
    Or maybe y'all niggas should get better aim
    And stop puttin these innocent people in pain
    It's a damn shame that life aint, nothin but a game
    And we all at the 4th quarter, cuz our time is shorter and shorter
    Cuz y'all got time to tap our phones and hear the orders
    And stop the coke from comin across the waters
    But y'all can't stop the slaughters
    Or the people from starvin
    The guns is not standin still, they still revolvin
    Uptight and still mobbin
    Blacks still sling cracks and know i know why they call it
    Fishscale, from columbia to new york on a boat the shit sells
    Tell a weak whore, and when i score
    I'ma open up my door and give to the poor
    Til they tell me they don't even want no more
    Y'all keep raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids
    And categorize us on, where we live like by on broadway
    It's all dominicans and blacks that's packed in projects serious
    And why y'all call it a project, are we an experiment?

    Chorus 2x

    [verse 3]
    Yo, i wasn't tryin to be a slave
    Or encaged up with braids
    I was saved by a guy with a older age with grades
    Told me the other ways to get paid, than lettin my gun wave
    We know you brave, get yo' shit tight and here's a pen
    It's much lighter, like click click, that's a gun sound
    Blau! that's a round now hit the ground
    That's what drag learns cuz his pop's back was turned
    Now call the cops, what about that gat that just got pungin
    Or that kid that got it 41 times, you call that justice?
    If it is, then what the fuck is this
    Somethin i must have just missed
    Maybe christmas and get a nut off, we get our hot water cut off
    Off my timbs i wipe the mud off, cuz i put the stomp in it
    Pretty rivers, and lakes and ponds, drag was in a swamp in bronx
    Well death is where i coulda gone
    Cuz where i'm from the bullets long
    Y'all see the news, but why my block gang got no footage on
    Cuz my life is like a movie, when you die, aint no comin back shit
    So if one of y'all get shot, nigga handle it

    Chorus 4x to fade

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