LIFE - SABA

I got angels runnin' 'way, I got demons huntin' me

I know 'Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33

I tell Death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me

I say, «God, that’s a woman,» I know she would die for me

They want a barcode on my wrist (barcode on my wrist)

To auction off the kids

That don’t fit their description of a utopia (black)

Like a problem won’t exist if I just don’t exist

If I grew up without a single pot to piss in

Pardon me for ventin'

Congress got the nerve to call theyself religious

Rich just gettin' richer, we just tryna live our life

Momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite

They killed my cousin with a pocket knife

While my uncle on the phone

He was gone for more than half my life

He got out a year and then he died

I was honor roll, talking to my father on the phone

Left the city when I was just four

None of them will get along

Momma beggin' him for winter coats

I was chillin' with my nigga Spook now they tryna take his—

Life don’t mean shit to a nigga that ain’t never had shit, yeah

Light don’t mean lit in the dark, fight don’t mean fists, ooh

Eyes don’t see, eyes don’t see, ice don’t freeze

Light don’t leave, I don’t mean lie to me

Tell me it’ll be okay, tell me happier days

Tell me that she my bae, that I won’t be alone

Tell 'em I’ll be okay when he ask, «How's my day?»

Tell 'em that we the same, tell em' that we not safe

I got my grandaddy soul, I’m at war, that’s on my mind

I seen Walter body cold, wish I could switch it with mine

I’m not worried 'bout no rap shit, distractions or waste-of-times

I still go to social functions even though I’m so anti—

No, I’m no Rihanna, the court gonna throw it like Donovan

Down a bit, I just been modelin' my whole career

As if 'Pac was here, studio monitors shakin'

I raise the apartments, I’m Bono with profit

I made what I made in allotted

Amount of time, the same amount of time you was watchin'

So stop comparing me to people;

no, I am not them

A lot of people dream until they shit’ll get—*gunshot*

That’s life, momma mixed the vodka with the Sprite

They killed my cousin with a pocket knife

While my uncle on the phone

He was gone for more than half my life

He got out a year and then he died

I was honor roll, talking to my father on the phone

Left the city when I was just four

None of them will get along

Momma beggin' him for winter coats

I was chillin' with my nigga Spook, now they tryna take his life