Life Holds You Down

Damn, this sound like some grim reaper Or Undertaker off WWF type stuff But it's all good man Y'all vibe with me real quick Joezy Joe '93 I'm conceived Moms had the belly of the beast '94 I came through the door Or more like the walls like the Kool-Aid Man Ooo yeahhh this is a kool-aid jam Like cool ay man you got yourself a son But year 1996 that nigga had two of 'em Summer '99 my mom said I'm out this man house She was tired of getting thumped, slumped, and punched all about Ma said she was out, bet we coming with ya Fam was kool-aid pops broke the family pitcher Who got the juice now I guess four is a crowd Bishop I really hope life is like wine Gotta get better with time Can you imagine everyday someone beating you Love is professed but they just deceiting you I know not a word But idea is absurd Man that ish for the birds, or maybe the fishes But age 5 I needed a well for all my wishes Oh well do tell This story goes on We got something for 'em No need to prolong Hold up, wait up, ummmm '05 I couldn't devise with both closed eyes That I'd become that guy First year I strapped up football gear It was over from there I was soldier from there '07 was the year we moved around the Lake If you was Kit Kat they wouldn't give you a break It was all about the steak You know beef Raising the stakes For dough cheese Negro please You think in the suburbs there's no struggle Life is like a game so punks traveling in huddles Traveling in packs Please don't lack I think in '09 is when I bought my first strap Run back in my quarters, get sacked for that That year it was all about the money Couldn't play ball so it was all about the honey All about the cheese All about the bread No subs just hungry for them damn green heads Thank God I grew up out that phase For the dollar trying to be something that I ain't Don't get it mistaken, still chasing that bacon Just make sure that it's turkey, if I'm As-Salaam Alaik'n No I ain't Muslim That just means do it right So it's what I can earn today And not what I can take tonight It's what I can get for us And not what I can take for me Folks begging for homes But bammas bragging bout streets sheesh Please leave the gish talk This life ain't blissful They need to be shot with the truth I'm sending missiles Joezy your music really put me in a good mood But we need bad We tired of the good you We need thug talk like them niggas in the hood do And then only then we will constantly bump you Why no videos of girls clapping Nigga what happened Are you a homo that's rapping Man we need some more action Stories of you getting robbed and selling drugs Getting head from what's her name And screaming F love God dang The pressures The pressures The pressures God dang The pressures The pressures The pressures Pressures to conform weigh a ton Follow the crowd, nah Rather create one Pressures to conform weigh a ton Follow the crowd, nah Rather create one People try and tell me I can't make music Can't make music And those people try and tell me I can't talk life I can't talk life And those people try and tell me I can't stay true Stay true Stay true And those people, those people, those people Just wanna Just wanna