Life - Ramirez

Walking in the middle of traffic

Living like Tragic

Living in the wrong

Bitches it’s like a bad habit

Third eye open, coasting, smoking

Spitting out the flow

Them niggas not even knowing

Who the fuck is this?

Young brown skin kid

Thinking he can spit

Looking at the world like «Fuck this shit»

I was creeping though the dark

But I found light real fucking quick

Open up the mind

Start to realize

All propaganda my niggas telling nothing but lies

Infatuated by Gucci belts and pants

But this what the media supplies and demands, hah

Ain’t that shit real fucking funny?

How broke mothafuckas will do anything for money

Swagged out, lowked up

Thinking they was tight

Walking in my shoes you won’t stand up a night

But its alright

Because every man ain’t made equal

Some are hard as rock and other niggas are see-through

So let us pray for the niggas

Who gon' to die tonight

Riding for their causes

Gripping up on a knife

Love some, lose some, it’s all part of life

Trying to maintain

Mix the bowl with the Sprite

Look into my eyes

Just know it’ll be alright

When you feel like giving up

Just put up another fight