The Way Life Is - Drag On F/ Case
Artist : “Drag On F/ Case”
Song title : “The Way Life Is”
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verse 1
Listen up
Yo
Shit i get upset if i see a nigga
Layin in his sweats
With blood comin out his head like sweat
Knowin i could be next
So
What about all the babies that aint fully born
Thats less fortunate
Like that man walkin with one arm
They tried to throw me up in a orphanage
With all the kids
But i stayed up in the offices cuz they couldnt get me
Off a kid
Its sad when a good mother put hard work
Like wash clothes
Off the shit we played on and got hurt
Why she gotta pay for the dirt
Cuz her only son is up the street with the whole block sour
Cuz you know bodies lay for bout for eight hours
Wanna talk about our chrome whips
Theres niggas out there dont own shit
While we sit at home and bone a bitch while niggas is homeless
See niggas get piped over dice
Wiped out
Over 4 digit price
Damn near broke my heart
Made me so sick
I had to go shit
found her up the steps a bloody mess
Hopeless
It wasnt cops cuz only street niggas empty the whole clip
Ya know this
Chorus 2x case and drag-on
People come
People go
Thats the way life is
And i heard that
I dont know what to do
Guess ill just handle it
And we heard that
Verse 2
Yo bullets dont have no name
Or maybe yall niggas should get better aim
And stop puttin these innocent people in pain
Its a damn shame that life aint
Nothin but a game
And we all at the 4th quarter
Cuz our time is shorter and shorter
Cuz yall got time to tap our phones and hear the orders
And stop the coke from comin across the waters
But yall cant stop the slaughters
Or the people from starvin
The guns is not standin still
they still revolvin
Uptight and still mobbin
Blacks still sling cracks and know i know why they call it
fishscale
from colombia to new york on a boat the shit sells
Tell a weak whore
And when i score
Ima open up my door and give to the poor
Til they tell me they dont even want no more
Yall keep raisin the rent
then tell us how to raise our kids
And categorize us on
Where we live like by on broadway
Its all dominicans and blacks thats packed in projects serious
And why yall call it a project
Are we an experiment?
Chorus 2x
Verse 3
Yo
I wasnt tryin to be a slave
Or encaged up with braids
I was saved by a guy with a older age with grades
Told me the other ways to get paid
Than lettin my gun wave
We know you brave
Get yo shit tight and heres a pen
Its much lighter
Like click click
Thats a gun sound
Blau! thats a round now hit the ground
Thats what drag learns cuz his pops back was turned
Now call the cops
What about that gat that just got pungin
Or that kid that got it 41 times
You call that justice?
If it is
then what the fuck is this
Somethin i must have just missed
Maybe christmas and get a nut off
We get our hot water cut off
Off my timbs i wipe the mud off
Cuz i put the stomp in it
Pretty rivers
And lakes and ponds
Drag was in a swamp in bronx
Well death is where i coulda gone
Cuz where im from the bullets long
Yall see the news
But why my block gang got no footage on
Cuz my life is like a movie
When you die
Aint no comin back shit
So if one of yall get shot
Nigga handle it
Chorus 4x to fade