| Yo, my life too real, listen, but this life ain’t a joke |
| Thank God that I made it clear |
| I don’t know 'bout fear, but I know 'bout hope |
| I grinded hearts, so my years gone cold, cold, cold, cold |
| Listen, mm-mm |
| Yo, my life too real, listen, but this life ain’t a joke |
| Thank God that I made it clear |
| I don’t know 'bout fear, but I know 'bout hope |
| I grinded hearts, so my years gone cold |
| One day see me and my wife in a matchin' robe |
| Beat the AP out in the cold |
| Sick and tired, I rise, I can see all of the guys, got |
| Yo, rips in our jeans and cracks in our phones |
| Broken dreams, ain’t no broken homes |
| When we ain’t had nothin', we still found dope |
| Uptown sweet, but my East town slow |
| 'Member late night shows, used to walk down Homerton Road |
| Turn flash, still in the same ends with the bros |
| Occasions come, Caucasians go |
| Our Father, thank You, still been untouched, though |
| Thank You, holy 'pon opps, them hateful |
| Father I’m tired of flingin' out eight balls |
| If I marry the game, I be grateful |
| Time flies when this life ain’t sweet outside |
| I’m a gang member and a label (Damn) |
| Police tryna fuck up my break, it was painful |
| Yo, my life too real, listen, but this life ain’t a joke |
| Thank God that I made it clear |
| I don’t know 'bout fear, but I know 'bout hope |
| I grinded hearts, so my years gone cold, cold, cold, cold |
| Listen, mm-mm |
| Yo, my life too real, listen, but this life ain’t a joke |
| Thank God that I made it clear |
| I don’t know 'bout fear, but I know 'bout hope |
| I grinded hearts, so my years gone cold |
| One day see me and my wife in a matchin' robe |
| Beat the AP out in the cold |
| Sick and tired, I rise, I can see all of the guys, got |
| We do whatever we do |
| Gotta stay on my grind, money on my mind |
| There’s no time to waste time |
| We do whatever we do |
| Gotta stay on my grind, money on my mind |
| There’s no time to waste time |
| No time to waste, this year, real life |
| Gon' lose my heart, fire and light |
| Came from the East side, rollin', push bikes |
| Came up since then, now we alright |
| Yo, my life too real, listen, but this life ain’t a joke |
| Thank God that I made it clear |
| I don’t know 'bout fear, but I know 'bout hope |
| I grinded hearts, so my years gone cold, cold, cold, cold |
| Listen, mm-mm |
| Yo, my life too real, listen, but this life ain’t a joke |
| Thank God that I made it clear |
| I don’t know 'bout fear, but I know 'bout hope |
| I grinded hearts, so my years gone cold |
| One day see me and my wife in a matchin' robe |
| Beat the AP out in the cold |
| Sick and tired, I rise, I can see all of the guys, got |
| We do whatever we do |
| Gotta stay on my grind, money on my mind |
| There’s no time to waste time |
| We do whatever we do |
| Gotta stay on my grind, money on my mind |
| There’s no time to waste time |