Al-D - Life & Times lyrics

(feat. Shorty Mac, Trae, Ronnie Spencer)

[Hook x4: Ronnie Spencer]

Struggling, with life and times (liiiife and tiiiiimes)

But I gotta keep moving, moving

[Trae:]

Reminisce bout past times, only praying daddy get better

Giving anything for a smile, eliminating that rainy weather

For cheddar we mash on sight, I done came a long way

Ain't no time to be being broke, united for cash we got's to get paid

By any means necessary, live the life that you made to live is what I was told

No more sleeping in the cold, I gotta get up get out and get mo'

And keep holding on, so thugging on the block is a part time grind

So my other half, I'm wrecking shows studios all the time

And now I'm H-Town walking on stage, looking good for Screw Zoo

S.U.C. independent thugs, everywhere we getting ghetto love

We done made it through the struggle, we ghetto gold superstars

In candy blue wide body cars, crawling up the Boulevard

Remember me, that same little hard headed nigga Trae

Running up and down on Few Quay, grew up to be Guerilla Maab made

With the help of a lot of love, and I'm knowing I lost a lot

My brother Dinkie locked up for life, but I pray to get him out cause I be

[Hook x4]

[Al-D:]

Wish I could turn, back the hands of time

My pops died of cancer, got a grown man crying

Thoughts in my mind, to give up so I fell to my knees

God fax me a picture, of my daughters sons and cheese

So much to achieve, but it's hard when you starve for nothing

Cookie cutting, crack seems the only way to get something

My pops worked for forty years, and we still was po'

Don't want sardines no mo', so I start cooking coke

Seems I'm walking on a tight rope, trying to find a right road

Screw made the beats slow, so my voice sounds throwed

Having dreams since young ones, to mash together

The man upstairs call your number, thug in peace forever

Staying in mash mode, cause you made it fa sho

Legend in your own time, make the music go slow

Can't give up, all the dues you keep on paying

And hear your voice while I'm alone, and you keep on saying

[Hook x4]

[Al-D:]

Poor times, made me harder

A born bastard, trapped in hate with no father

Mislead giving folks, in that water

Left me looking through a window, with my daughter

Plus I got a little brother, doing sixty agg'd

That's why I don't smile, strapped up and mad

Sometimes I feel like, I'm falling off the edge

So much pain from my grace, I can't hold my head

In the FED where they said, I would end up

I'm staying high till I fly, I don't give a fuck

In the cuts swanging nuts, screaming black G

Putting it down, for my motherfucking family

After Screw flew away, they say my shield gone

But he ain't here to stop me, now I get my kill on

A young nigga got plex, from his own people

In they face on a chase, for the root of evil

[Hook x8]