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Life We Choose
Young Gunz
It's real shit North of Death, home of Philly Uh, chea uh
[Verse 1: Young Chris] Lights is gettin' dimmer Lost three of my soldiers Nights gettin' colder Life feel like it's over Unloadin' there's somethin' in my way I got somethin' on the way They'll never take me alive I'ma survive I'ma try to do straight But it's hard, niggaz hatin' em hard Try to make it alive, be around for that due date But still they say it's they fault, we blame y'all That loss hurt to the heart Nigga how, nigga please It's still on baby Tell them niggaz had they still off safety What about them other fake dudes that he grew up wit Elementary middle school up wit Man them niggaz was there ain't move yet I'm startin' to think they had somethin' to do wit it I used to think them niggaz was scared It's lookin' a little shaky now Niggaz happy his little brother's laughin', his mother hate me now
[This is the game we chose to play Even though it hurts some days Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay Now a bullet ain't got no aim And y'all know bullets ain't got no name But this is the life we chose
And it will never change [Verse 2: Neef] Everyday we reminisce about that three day trip Same night that we left, got a call you hit Thought you was still wit us, aimed at me that he flipped Got a call from my peaches found out where you was hit Three hit himself who missed him and you just a couple inches You don't know how much you miss him, bullshittin' in the kitchen Ninety percent fist fights leadin' to them slammers But lil' Drake ain't understand until one of them niggaz vanish This rap shit is crazy but believe me I'ma try And with the real ones I'ma slice my pies Whether happened or not homie I got lil' five As you would of wanted, man I'm so sick to my stomach That you ain't around enjoyin' the fruits of our labors Shit's about to get major, and these niggaz really hate us Man I don't pay 'em no mind, just try to focus and rhyme ya know Around for nothin' givin' me teeth and palms
[Verse 3: Young Chris]
Aunt Peaches that's where you can reach us Cook out every other til' they took a nigga brother Love ya like a brother so I try to take ya brother And he be on some other shit, I be tryin' to tell 'em man I seen how you feel He had intentions on killin' my big brother Just to let me see how he feel They know they after, run before they catch him he got people to kill Tellin' me his life over fuckin' cops He gone wind up layin' somewhere peaceful for real Like he the only one goin' through the pain That boy crazy, he got people for real Like his mom and Aunt Peaches ain't goin' through the same I don't need that around, keep the heaters around Cool one minute, then he goin' through a change Just like the rest of the niggaz that I leave in the town
So I separate myself, I look better wit myself [Repeat Chorus]
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