Life on the Line - selfmadeteemoney

Nobody likes me Nobody likes me, but that's okay 'Cause I don't like y'all anyway Man, I don't like y'all anyway Fuck all y'all! I let my watch talk for me, my whip talk for me My gat talk for me, baow! What up, homie? Them bitches who don't know me, they wanna blow me 'Cause the shit I floss with be saying a lot for me I came in the rap humble, I don't give a fuck now I'll serve anybody like niggas who hustle uptown (uh-huh, uh-huh) Coke price go up, capsules come down The Ds run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracs They keep 'em on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah!) When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to I'll have the paramedics wrapping your fucking head like a Hindu Look, I ain't going nowhere so get used to me OG's look at me and see I'm what they used to be I'm that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot dice, went broke, and sold soap The thug that pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug that went from three and a half to a whole brick Nigga ain't in his right mind going against me My pictures painted through words, I make a blind man see (woo!) Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda," fuck around and leave you "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda, murda," your life's on the line Y'all niggas don't want no part of me Y'all tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon' make me catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six I'm not a marksman while sparking, so I spray random Not a pretty nigga, but my moms think I'm handsome I hate to hear "He say, she say" shit Unless he say she said she on my dick It's no coincidence, niggas who fuck with me get shot up (blatt!) I do it Cali style, drive by and tear your block up You soft, duke, you putting up a crazy front I stay with the MAC 'cause niggas tried to blaze me once In the hood, they like, "Damn, 50 really spit it on 'em" "You heard that shit?" "Yeah, 50 really shitted on 'em" Beef, you don't want none, so don't start none You're just a small player in this game, play your part, son Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda," fuck around and leave you "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda, murda," your life's on the line These cats always escape reality when they rhyme (uh-huh, uh-huh) That's why they write about bricks and only dealt with dimes (yeah!) Leave it to them, and they say they got a fast car NASCAR, truck with a crash bar And TVs in the dash, pa See 'em in the five with stock rims, I just laugh, pa (hahaha) I catch stunts when I ain't trying, I ain't lying I sip Dom P 'til I spit up, keep my wrist lit up Get outta line, I get you hit up (woo!) Now if you say my name in your rhyme You better watch what you say You get carried away, you can get shot and carried away Now here's a list of MCs that could kill you in eight bars 50, um... Jay-Z and Nas I'ma say this shit now and never again We ain't buddies, we ain't partners, and we damn sure ain't friends The games you playing, you get killed like that Acting like you all hard, you ain't built like that See me when you see me, nigga! What! Scream, "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda," fuck around and leave you "Murda," I don't believe you "Murda, murda," your life's on the line Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me You tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon' make me catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six

People come, people go Sometimes you win, sometimes you don't Either way the wind blows You gotta love it Ain't gotta do it by yourself Don't be afraid to ask for help Even when it hurts like hell, gotta love it Oh yeah As long as my heart's beatin' And these old lungs keep breathin' The highs and the lows, yes and the nos Only gonna make you strong Yeah, bruh This world will keep turnin' The bonfires will keep burnin' And I don't know what God's thinkin' of But where we are is where we belong Oh, and I know it might be alright Might be all wrong But life rolls on And on and on and on Drivin' past my old house A wreckin' ball took it down But I still got them memories, gotta love it Yes, I do (oh) As long as my heart's beatin' And these old lungs keep breathin' The highs and the lows, yes and the nos Only gonna make you strong Yeah, bruh This world will keep turnin' The bonfires will keep burnin' And I don't know what God's thinkin' of But where we are is where we belong Oh, and I know it might be alright Might be all wrong But life rolls on And on and on and on (yeah) I won't give up on you Please don't give up on me Things gonna turn out just fine Someday all the pain Will be gone Life rolls (yeah, baby) As long as my heart's beatin' (beatin') And these old lungs keep breathin' (breathin') The highs and the lows, yes and the nos Only gonna make you strong Oh, and I know it might be alright Might be all wrong But life rolls on And on and on and on Life rolls on And on and on and on (Life rolls on)