Life Ain't Sweet - Astonish, Termanology

Trying to find the right color that describe a nigga pitching them birds

Hitting the herb, my people trying to make it out the street

But they hardly ever get to the curb, ain’t nothing sweet

Busting heat like it’s going out of style

Fiends running for the rock like it’s going out of bounds

Enough to make you frown but we smile at the face of death

Send me to hell, I’m too cool to break a sweat

It’s now or later nigga, dying’s got a waiting list

Living this life will turn a nigga to an atheist

Thinking if Christ really cared

He’ll take some of these muthafucking bullets out the air

But living isn’t fair and dying cheat a little too

Good die young, niggas was dropping out of middle school

Carrying the heat till they bury me a G

I’m fighting like a man, only scary niggas flee

This is me nigga

You know what it is, you know what we about

That brown paper bag dough, money in the couch

Cuz life ain’t sweet and life ain’t fair

So I’m a grind till my life ain’t there

That’s how it be nigga

You know what it is, you know what we about

That brown paper bag dough, money in the couch

Cuz life ain’t sweet and life ain’t fair

So I’m a grind till my life ain’t there

This is me nigga

You thought I wasn’t going to make it but I’m taking

A eight and lacing it up with base and chase right in front of Jacob

To celebrate the age of the day that I raised the stakes up

Remember the days when I razor blade and chopped the place up

Remember the rage of the enemies that shot the place up

If anything I should lace up all their faces with a razor

Montana paper, I’m the ganja blazer

Till my eyes looking like Dan the Automator

Blazing the lime green, I stay with a grime team

Ever since 19 had a perfect rhyme scheme

So if you commercial and So So Def

Or underground as a Rawkus I’ll turn you into a caucus

I’ve been starving, labor pain shit

Given birth to many styles, piranha niggas bit (that's life)

Hate to sound pissed but life ain’t sweet

I’ll go out with my gun blazing before I call the police

That’s me

Ain’t got the life a nigga dream about

I’m living what these other rappers sing about, trying to find a decent route

If niggas with skills was getting the deals

Then I’ll be pushing a Beamer out and not a DeVille

Struggling to help my Ma with the bills that’s pilling up

High as fuck, I’m trying to find the answer in a dutch

Got an arsenal that turn the hardest nigga to a marshmallow

Walking a thin line, my life is like a carnival

Ring the alarm and bring me a bomb

So I could blow up but I ain’t never read the Qur’an

So I ain’t taking about a terrorist sect

Me and Term, that’s my word, couldn’t find a better pair in the batch

Hate it or love it, but you could never say that we fronted

But we been fronted on cuz niggas be hating for nothing

But I’m a ride until the die that I expire

And to all of y’all I give my all like Mariah

You know me