Drag-on - Life Is Short Lyrics
[Verse 1]All I do is speak the truth so don't judge me by my liesI weigh about a buck 40 don't judge me by my sizeOur glocks is like Michael J. Fox it's +Family Ties+Cuz it'll make a family cry, whyA lot of questions just ain't answered problems ain't resolvedLike if Drag really a gang member, or just involvedY'all can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the cause of the causesI rob from the rich and give to the less fortunatewell I buy thousand whips and in your raps I floss this shitI buy thousand kicks and give to the young orphanageWhen I was young I was a soft kid 'till I snapand they couln't get me off a kid cuz he sold my mom's crackIn fact, I caught a case beyond that I couldn't face my momscrack addiction cuz I was way beyond that but I face factsI got busted over the left side of my face my face backBut I had to fix that[Chorus - repeat 2X]Life is short, time fliesIt ain't our fault, blames asideIt ain't the licks, it ain't the eyesIt's just the way we live or die[Verse 2]My blood I had to taste that my wound I had to heal thatIn order to feel that a real life shit and still rap cuzMy rhymes still here so I done fried a few punksMy mom still here but she'll die in a few monthsthats real life cancer and doctors ain't got the answerI hope yall fellin this cuz I ain't supposed to be tellin y'all this shitlike I ain't supposed to be sellin yall this shit but this is real lifelike I ain't supposed to be cryin over this shit but I still mindShit just don't feel right but I'm gonna hold onTill the hole in my 44 longI'm gonna hit the gym and get my swoll onSometimes my head goneSnd I don't give my pops props cuz he was dead wrongPops was up, you know what, I don't give a *****The only thing I'm happy that you did was bust me out your nuts[Chorus][Verse 3]But nigga this is real life it makes me clutch my glock real tightIt makes me wanna fight but I get it off when I writeso these last few months my moms could live right, in new clothesthey said she might lose her sight ***** it she saw me blowI reminisce sometimes I pull out old 40 year oldsit gets me stressed so I could smoke up like 40 of thosesometimes I feel like walkin with a mean boutbustin till I see cops snowin till I see slotthrow on a pair of flip flops take steps to the roof of the ledgetill my feet stop but I need not, I got a life ahead of meI got a wife in back of me, at least I gotta see my seed dropProbation got me on a detox, so when I die, bury me next to the weed cropsso when I'm in heaven I can give weed to Pac and smoke trees with Big LAlliyah we miss ya and Pun we have fun wit ya
