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Life Is Short
Drag-On
All I do is speak the truth so don't judge me by my lies I weigh about a buck 40 don't judge me by my size Our glocks is like Michael J. Fox it's +Family Ties+ Cuz it'll make a family cry, why A lot of questions just ain't answered problems ain't resolved Like if Drag really a gang member, or just involved Y'all can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the cause of the causes I rob from the rich and give to the less fortunate I buy thousand kicks and give to the young orphanage well I buy thousand whips and in your raps I floss this shit When I was young I was a soft kid 'till I snap In fact, I caught a case beyond that I couldn't face my moms crack addiction cuz I was way beyond that but I face facts I got busted over the left side of my face my face back But I had to fix that and they couln't get me off a kid cuz he sold my mom's crack
[Chorus Life is short, time flies It ain't our fault, blames aside It's just the way we live or die It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes [Verse 2] My blood I had to taste that my wound I had to heal that
In order to feel that a real life shit and still rap cuz My rhymes still here so I done fried a few punks thats real life cancer and doctors ain't got the answer My mom still here but she'll die in a few months like I ain't supposed to be cryin over this shit but I still mind like I ain't supposed to be sellin yall this shit but this is real life I hope yall fellin this cuz I ain't supposed to be tellin y'all this shit Shit just don't feel right but I'm gonna hold on Till the hole in my 44 long I'm gonna hit the gym and get my swoll on Sometimes my head gone Snd I don't give my pops props cuz he was dead wrong Pops was up, you know what, I don't give a fuck The only thing I'm happy that you did was bust me out your nuts
[Verse 3] so these last few months my moms could live right, in new clothes they said she might lose her sight fuck it she saw me blow But nigga this is real life it makes me clutch my glock real tight It makes me wanna fight but I get it off when I write I reminisce sometimes I pull out old 40 year olds it gets me stressed so I could smoke up like 40 of those sometimes I feel like walkin with a mean bout bustin till I see cops snowin till I see slot till my feet stop but I need not, I got a life ahead of me throw on a pair of flip flops take steps to the roof of the ledge Probation got me on a detox, so when I die, bury me next to the weed crops I got a wife in back of me, at least I gotta see my seed drop so when I'm in heaven I can give weed to Pac and smoke trees with Big L Alliyah we miss ya and Pun we have fun wit ya
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