(Verse 1)
Damn, what a life
Tell me what's left to do, when ain't nothing going right?
But hold up, let me introduce myself
A youngin tryna win, and so I tend to lose myself
Feel like my only form of closure is this drink in my hand
Seem like I'm never getting closer to this dream that I've had
Or have, but rather I've had it
I said we all have demons, I see you nigga
Told her lies, and now inside her there's a life. You tryna leave her, nigga?
With all this dirt on my hands, I said I might as well wash em
And in time she watch him leave, but did she try to stop him?
And that shit make me think about myself
Am I ever gone make it? Or stay stuck up in that shelf?
Said, am I gone be a daddy? Have a wide and some kids?
Handle biz? Or end up stuck in a cell, doing bids?
Like what's different about me?
Shit I know that you doubt me
So don't come around, when I'm finally popping
My own city done overlooked me, know how that feel dawg?
How it feel, when they ain't know you really real, dawg?
What make me better than the next nigga?
What's gone make you bump my shit, over the rest nigga?
Just tell me. I'm willing to listen
I compose these compositions, my competition is missing
My current is condition is withered, I swear it's appealing
How they slipping, but these monkey bars is God-given
But, "God got us", so they say
And so we pray, I just hope I live another day
My thoughts roam uncontrollably
I swear I've lost so many close to me
No one to lean on, as I drown in promethazine
I hope your kids get to see me on they TV screens
So what's left to do, when ain't nothing right?
Damn. What a life
(Hook)
When I look up to God
I just need some answers, I got so much on my mind
You ain't even knowing what this gangster shit about
I'm just tryna make my mama and my daddy proud
Oh, when I look up to God
He know I'm outchea every day
Bitch I gotta get it, each and every single way
Oh, when I look up to God, I swear there's so much on my mind
I can't help but think, "Damn what a life"
(Verse 2)
Damn, what life
Tell me what's left to do, when ain't nothing going right ?
Tell me what would you do ? I been tryna show and improve
I been, waiting on the sidelines, time to make me a move
I mean, life ain't fair, don't we already know it?
I feel so bad for my homie, he hit me up on some low key shit
Looked at me dead in the face
And he said, "I just lost my moms, I just need me some space
I just need me a place. "
And that shit almost brought a tear to my eyes
But for the most part, I barely ever cry
But shit, I wish you well Homie, man I'll see you when I see you
And as tough as it seems dawg, I wouldn't wanna be you
Shit, I ain't ever been through, all the shit that you been through
A young nigga lost in his Hell, I hope you win too
Shit, now let me track back
I think I back tracked
Sobering thoughts about my own self
Like my Daddy, you know he seventy next year? shit is real on the field
Will he ever get to see his little nigga up on that screen?
Will he go to rest, knowing that his seed could succeed?
See, I ain't never had to father myself
When I'm a father myself , I'll take it farther myself
And fuck the fame, fuck the bitches I just pray for your health
I just want my kids to know they Daddy's daddy forreal
Shit
Now is that too much that I ask for?
Might as well blow this tobacco
You ain't feeling what I'm feeling
Do you know what it's like to have a dream, and stay slept on?
So fuck you all, I keep my headphones blastin
My pants low, sagging. My cap on backwards
I'm young, black, swagging
Well there ain't shit left to do, when ain't nothing right
Damn, now that's life
(Hook)
