Young Gunz - Life We Chose (feat. Denim) Lyrics
[Intro: Young Chris]Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huhUh, Young Gunnas, Chris and NeefIt's real shitNorth of Death, home of PhillyUh, chea uh[Verse 1: Young Chris]Lights is gettin' dimmerNights gettin' colderLost three of my soldiersLife feel like it's overUnloadin' there's somethin' in my wayThey'll never take me aliveI got somethin' on the wayI'ma survive I'ma try to do straightTry to make it alive, be around for that due dateBut it's hard, niggaz hatin' em hardThat loss hurt to the heartBut still they say it's they fault, we blame y'allNigga how, nigga pleaseIt's still on babyTell them niggaz had they still off safetyWhat about them other fake dudes that he grew up witElementary middle school up witMan them niggaz was there ain't move yetI'm startin' to think they had somethin' to do wit itI used to think them niggaz was scaredIt's lookin' a little shaky nowNiggaz happy his little brother's laughin', his mother hate me now[Chorus: Denim]Even though it hurts some daysThis is the game we chose to playNot everything in life is gold but it will be okayNow a bullet ain't got no aimAnd y'all know bullets ain't got no nameBut this is the life we choseAnd it will never change[Verse 2: Neef]Everyday we reminisce about that three day tripSame night that we left, got a call you hitThought you was still wit us, aimed at me that he flippedGot a call from my peaches found out where you was hitThree hit himself who missed him and you just a couple inchesYou don't know how much you miss him, bullshittin' in the kitchenNinety percent fist fights leadin' to them slammersBut lil' Drake ain't understand until one of them niggaz vanishThis rap shit is crazy but believe me I'ma tryWhether happened or not homie I got lil' fiveAnd with the real ones I'ma slice my piesAs you would of wanted, man I'm so sick to my stomachThat you ain't around enjoyin' the fruits of our laborsShit's about to get major, and these niggaz really hate usAround for nothin' givin' me teeth and palmsMan I don't pay 'em no mind, just try to focus and rhyme ya know[Chorus][Verse 3: Young Chris]Aunt Peaches that's where you can reach usCook out every other til' they took a nigga brotherLove ya like a brother so I try to take ya brotherAnd he be on some other shit, I be tryin' to tell 'em manI seen how you feelHe had intentions on killin' my big brotherJust to let me see how he feelTellin' me his life over *****in' copsThey know they after, run before they catch him he got people to killThat boy crazy, he got people for realHe gone wind up layin' somewhere peaceful for realLike he the only one goin' through the painLike his mom and Aunt Peaches ain't goin' through the sameCool one minute, then he goin' through a changeI don't need that around, keep the heaters aroundJust like the rest of the niggaz that I leave in the townSo I separate myself, I look better wit myself[Repeat Chorus]
