Life Songtext
von Futuristic

Outta town more than I′m at the spot
Yeah, come home then I wipe the dust off of my foreign drive
Yeah, and it didn't take baking soda for me to make it pop
Out in Vegas taking five shots after I watch the fight
But that don′t make me 'Pac you get it
The mind frame different inspiring kids but the time frame different
Used to wonder how the hell I'm gonna make it in this business
Then I did it [?] so that my [?] different
Signs in the sky, it′s all God′s vision
But I ain't been in church since I was learning the vision
That was in the 90′s but we 'bout to bring it back
When I snap on the track swear rap′s my religion
You now I got girls on my phone
Saying the same thing this women became clones
All up on my neck these women is like colognes
[?] machine, they talking me through a tone
Talking to me through a text and talking to me through a moan
Had a good one at home but couldn't leave [?] alone
Thought I could resist but damn it′s hard to commit
when you always be on the road and always be in a zone


[?] in my glass let it splash
I live for the present, not the past
Black out then I act out
Said that I was done, give me some then I'm bound to relapse
Down to relax when you got a few million
Honestly I'd probably rather have few children
Honestly I′d probably rather have a good wife
But I always pull back when the love start building
Called my Pops for advice
Man he′s had 3 wives
He should probably have it down
Then I see myself making the same mistakes
I guess it's something in the blood that always come back around
I know I made him proud, he know I′m living a dream
I know he wanted the same, he wanted to be on a team
Brody be trying rap, the other be trying to sing
The other be selling shows, they all lookin' to me
Like, how can we do this
How can we all get the money like you did
How can we capitalize off the music
I ignore the calls and feel bad that I do it
I be at the pad making hits with the pool stick
I be at the pad making hits like I′m Q-Tip
Then I hit the gym with a couple old friends
Put points on the board, man that shit's therapeutic
They see how I do it [?] meditated
I don′t try to hide it, It always be demonstrated
People in my state don't know me but they they be hating
They want me to put them on, I tell 'em [?]
Let ′em up on the shows and introduce them to fans
Let ′em give the hugs and let 'em go shake the hands
Let ′em jump a verse and post it up on the 'gram
But it takes so much more, they really don′t understand
There's a price on my head for my green and my time
Price on my head man they greedy for dimes
Price on my head over your insecurities
hurting me ′cause I'm still dealing with mine
Price on my head by my family and friends
Price on my head for my girls and my cribs
Price on my head since I rapped out in Compton
I promise it ain't been the same ever since