Life Lyrics

Saba
[Verse 1]
I got angels runnin' 'way, I got demons huntin' me
I know 'Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33
I tell Death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me
I say, "God, that's a woman," I know she would die for me
They want a barcode on my wrist
To auction off the kids that don't fit their description of a utopia (black)
Like a problem won't exist if I just don't exist
If I grew up without a single pot to p*** in, pardon me for ventin'
Congress got the nerve to call itself religious
Rich just gettin' richer, we just tryna live our-

[Chorus]
-life-Momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on the road
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them would get along
Momma beggin' him for winter clothes
I was chillin' with my n**** Spook
Now they tryna take his




[Post-Chorus]
Life don't mean s*** to a n**** that ain't never had s***, yuh
Light don't mean lit in the dark, fight don't mean fists, ooh
Eyes don't see, eyes don't see, ice don't freeze
Light don't leave, I don't mean lie to me

[Bridge]
Tell me I'll be okay, tell me happier days
Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be alone
Tell 'em I'll be okay, when he ask, "How's my day?"
Tell 'em that we the same, tell em' that we not safe

[Verse 2]
I got my grandaddy's soul, I'm at war, that's on my mind
I seen Walter body cold, wish I could switch it with mine
I'm not worried 'bout no rap s***, distractions or wasted times
I still go to social functions even though I'm so anti-
No, I'm no Rihanna, the court gonna throw it like Donovan, down a bit, I just been modelin'
My whole career as if 'Pac was here, studio monitors shakin', I raise the apartments
I'm bonded with profit, I made what I made, and allot it, amount of time that's in my mind the time you was watchin'
So stop comparing me to people, no, I am not them, a lot of people dream until they s*** or get sh-*gunshot*-


[Chorus]
-that's life-Momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on a road
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them would get along
Momma beggin' him for winter clothes
I was chillin' with my n**** Spook
Now they tryna take his life