What a life
It's true that they underestimate you
My life is real
So I'm fronting on 'em every chance I get, to be honest
Wavy hair, mystique, up in this bitch deep
Chain with some sick feet, corner of 10th street
Scoop me in the MPV, I'm holding big heat
Soloist, vocalist, maestro, this fish grease
Rest in peace, Polo, he see us, I was just with G
Just like Ron E, me and Preem, this history
Young ones, abuelas, Jesus candles, bodegas
Hallways playing some Gangstar, who was there? They gon' say Nas
Look at us now, De La, Mobb, Rae, Ghost and Rick
Big up Big L, Prodigy, Trugoy, they live
Martyrs, if you will, a legend has it cartel
I'm on jets with giants, I'm Bill Parcell
PTSD, project trauma still dwells
Happiness gotta be in you, money can't help
So salute to the men that never hit the pen black
We got to the bread and still live to spend that
What a life
I'm a man, I'ma die about it
Feel the pain, but I'm not gon' cry about it
Tell the truth, 'cause ain't no reason to lie about it
Invisible fingers playing chords on my haunted piano
I'm a man, I'ma die about it
Feel the pain, but I'm not gon' cry about it
Tell the truth, 'cause ain't no reason to lie about it
Invisible fingers playing chords
Already classic before you heard it
The spoiler was all my feature verses
I lined it up kinda perfect and then I hurled it
Rhymes in my minds like pearls and oysters
Boss of bosses, Morpheus on my bullshit
The illest style right here till I got white hair
Getting foul type stares, we ahead lightyears
We come out, the shift starts, so let the fifth spark
Turn the light switch off, drive a block, switch cars
Toss the face mask and gloves, damn, I just caught a buzz
Pulled another hit on the beat, guess who the victim was?
Guess who get reconfigured? The whole industry does
Premier, you my nigga because we became the men our mothers prayed for
Maybe even exceeded their expectations or
Maybe they always knew, while tying up our baby's shoes
What was waiting that brewed and the souls of a chosen few
This ain't just talk, it's true, what a life
I'm a man, I'ma die about it
Feel the pain, but I'm not gon' cry about it
Tell the truth, 'cause ain't no reason to lie about it
Invisible fingers playing chords on my haunted piano
I'm a man, I'ma die about it
Feel the pain, but I'm not gon' cry about it
Tell the truth, 'cause ain't no reason to lie about it
Invisible fingers playing chords
My life is real
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