LIFE
[Hook]
Just 'cause you see me out in public, you don't know me, fools
But I can tell that you think you do
Like "I know these type of kids, another white wannabe gangster bumping black rap shit"
But I'ma tell you like I told ya for the past twenty years, hear it clear
They is stereotypical typical-ass principles
Sick of the mass ridicules, kicking 'em in the ass, but you limping on back at me

[Verse]
You don't understand my life, but I'm happy
But they all up in my face with the questions coming on snappy
Like "How you make your money?" bitch, you best not ask me
Or I'll be feeding you table scraps and nicknaming you Scrappy
Bitch, 'cause we just met and you already worried 'bout my finances
But I ain't here to be your Superman, or you take dining, dancing
I don't pay for a car before I test drive that bitch
And I ain't your man, bitch, and I ain't on no beta male shit
'Cause I'm a motherfucking alpha, and I can live my life without ya
Going to sleep without the sound of another bitch's breath around ya
Is what I prefer, you're absurd, getting kicked to the curb
'Cause I ain't hanging around no ignorant ass bitch, this is my words
But I show respect to everybody, everywhere I go
'Til a motherfucker steps on my toes, with no respect he shows
No concern for the king of the jungle, is that so?
You better watch my mane, mane, this ain't no game, I get ferocious with it
I'm gon' be throwing fists and kicks with it
Coming the hardest like a martial artist, I'm pretty sick with it
Like a lion using all four limbs with it
Dim-witted motherfuckers I ain't fucking with, they get their chin splitted
Better tighten up their minds, I'm silent but I stay behind
The will and drive, this whole situation, better stay in your place
Hoe, this ain't no dissertation
You're fucking with the verbal caging gorilla raging out the cage, I'm slaying mayhem in my life
This is my life and I'm still living it
This is what I like to do, this my passion, I'm driven and still giving it
Don't give me limited thoughts, come out vivid, better watch for a minute, eyebrows turn rigid
Like Jiminy Crickets, I'm eating their [?]
I finish that down-South soul food
Gonna hit a motherfucker in the soul too
When I'm spitting that down-South flow, fool
With a flow full of light, I doubt there's a way for you to cool that mic
Off, better take a hike and go off 'fore the game starts off and the ball gets spiked
Some of y'all might call this a night, but as for me, I call this life
[Hook 2]
Just 'cause you see me out in public, you don't know me, fools
But I can tell that you think you do
Like "I know these type of kids, another white wannabe gangster bumping black rap shit"
But I'ma tell you like I told ya for the past twenty years, hear it clear
They is stereotypical typical-ass principles
Sick of the mass ridicules, kicking 'em in the ass, but you limping on back at me
You don't understand my life