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Life

Life itself is alive

I wish I could find the words to describe such a worthy adversary because, you see, life can also kill you

But if you appreciate it, if you acknowledge it as such, and if you respect it

Life will let you live

My nerves ain't right

I slept in my mama's bed just the other night

Can't rest in peace, tired of living

Try giving thanks when your brother died on Thanksgiving

You'd think I'm traumatized, damn near lobotomized

For this life we live, I won't apologize

Used to be thirty deep, yeah, we lost a lot of guys

The streets like streams, we can't monetize

Been to jail and back, been to hell and back

Family members, shit was foul, used to sell 'em crack

My son Joey was born with down syndrome

His mom hit it first day and never been home

I'm at the hospice watching my pops dying

Same time, they play clips of you testifying

Two plots, a cemetery, and a landfill

And if the birds don't sing, then your mans will

Shit crazy

Nobody said it would be this hard

The journey

We winning, though, like a mother****er

It's the infamous

T-E-R-R-O-R

Yo

We really them killers, it's not a charade

Every day I drive the hood like the PR Parade

You **** make soulless music, this the pain project

Nowadays I refrain, TS remain toxic

Got Pistol with me, got King with me

Keoni back from three bodies, we really the Gottis

They say I'm capping, but my life a caption

Them **** acting when we 'bout that action

Been winning so much, man, they gotta hate us

Courtside at the Knick game, the projects made it

Paid so many funerals, could write 'em off

We had John's Fried Chicken with the mustard sauce, uh

Let's paint the picture, Cullinans in every state

Last night was cool, had dinner with Drake

Eating up the lobster with truffle butter, huh

This is the mafia, make your mobster stutter

Them **** been pretending when we been the truth

Rob reported the whip, this shit missing the roof

What you want me to do? You know Khaled with us

Being accepted never mattered to us, uh

What you want me to do?

You know Khaled with us

Loyalty over everything

Yeah, lot of love

What you wanna do?

Uh

They coming home at a rapid pace

And all the real hitters gon' protect the plate

This is a once in a lifetime, you suffer the consequences

Still them **** from the Bronx that'll stalk you senseless

Them Carter Genas is kinda genius

My daughter on a whole new

You know the fat kid from Trinity done went crazy

Got his hands on some millions, in the line with Jay-Z

Shooting craps at Nas' casino

We in Colombia watching the Paso Finos

Me and Maya done wrangled, they toneless

New TS, fools drop, the date is upon us

They bet on me to lose, playing fantasy lawsuits

Shit costs three mil', but you know

We ain't ever gon' lose

It's Crack, bitch

Organized Crime

TS the biggest