Life Stories Songtext
von Hype

Uh, lonely nights turn into hold me tights
I′m too busy if you call you gotta phone me twice
Egos turning conversations into phony fights
My homies told me practice what you preach and take ya own advice
I be moving with discretion
I'm tryna get this bread up watch me split it with my brethren
Loyalty over money is always gon be my preference
All that flexing y′all be doing is the shit I'm not impressed with
The niggas co-signing you is not really respected
I'm tryna get my favorite rapper featured on my next shit
This the talent I was blessed with
Fuck a diamond chain
I′m want red rubies on my necklace talking hella reckless
Niggas best shit don′t even be better than my worst shit
I'm next up to the throne, the ground I walk is gone be worshipped
Always been a king I wear the crown that I was birthed with
The hunger and the pain I know you hear it in my verses
Knowing that I′m worth it
But people try to act like I ain't worth shit
The magic in this pen, my cursive reversing curses


And if they want it they can get it, come and learn a lesson
I treat the mic like it′s a loaded weapon
I study well so they can try and test me
Working hard I never miss a blessing
On this journey never misdirected
Tryna spoil her cuz I know she worth it
I only buy her black designer purses
Still hit Waffle House for breakfast
Stormy nights turn into sunny mornings
Dream turning into realities
I need a couple summers touring
I'm tryna spend a couple winters balling
And when they leaves starting to fall I take a flight and head out somewhere foreign
Tryna have my jewelry dancing
Diamonds somersaulting
I speak the truth but it′s not something people hear too often
Uh and bad moods make the best art
Get in yo feelings and your bag that's the best part
And wherever this chapter ends is your next start
Never stop the beat it kills the flow and that's a dead heart
I write this poetry for those who can appreciate
The story tellers and the matrix dwellers
With a sinners fate
I be living slow just cruising on the interstate
Im bougie baby I want steak and lobster on my dinner plate
And I′m always going harder I don′t need a break
Tryna live like we the carters, so the family straight
Your enemies are always closest to ya fakest friends
We make war, we don't make amends
It′s bloodshed til the very end
I sense jealousy in the air you can hear it carry through the wind
We in the field with all the gear we coming for the win
I been down so many times but here I go again
My heart is pure although I know I sin
Lotta weight sits on my shoulders, work it out like I been in the gym
And I ain't never falling back that′s a fact nigga
Put it on wax it's a wrap nigga
I ain′t nothin like these rap niggas
And that's word to Nip
My victory lap is coming soon
Watch how I race the whip
The gift of gab into a bag now that's a major flip
Cooking up I′m in the lab we on some major shit
My life story is my life′s glory
I've seen blood, sweat and tears over the years
Life is quite gory
Middle finger to the world and no I′m sorry
And when you see me doing good, please do not call me
I ain't tryna hear no homie this or homie that
When I was in the gutter where the fuck was all these homies at?