Life We Live (feat. K Trap)

Roll to the dough, I ain't pressing brakes

I'm still out here serving bait

Why you think I don't show my face?

And if rap ever went to waste

It's a shame to say I'll be back in the same estate

With a presser, metal plates and a bowl of flake

It's a load if you ask, all the risks I take and took

This shit ain't good

If I slip with this half a brick of buj, I might have to get visits booked

Whoever slept, keep sleeping

Cah I know who's overlooked

I just went to the plug for a meeting

It went well when I overtook

Up to the brim and late

You never overcooked

You ain't hit the strip all day

Even though you know you should

I saw them sales and chased them

Never once got complacent

That's why it's Louis V on the laces

And the shit's so basic

If you talk about riding, we rid for ages

Me and bro on a bike, just raging

Tryna see something and blaze it

Leave the feds to tape it

I got two young boys on the payslip

I ain't hit sales in ages

Brick of snow, untape it

Put it on the scale and weigh it

This is the life we live

Ain't nothing but dirty money, grub, and forks in a Pyrex dish

The whole gang's on violent shit

In the hardest times I make it work

Show me a risk, I'll take it first

I ain't sleeping tight or feeling right

Until I fly this bird

This is the life we live

Ain't nothing but dirty money, grub, and forks in a Pyrex dish

The whole gang's on violent shit

In the hardest times I make it work

Show me a risk, I'll take it first

I ain't sleeping tight or feeling right

Until I fly this bird

When I step in the trap

You know I'm gonna make it work

If you mention me

I need a degree in making birds

I never had piss

But a dirty fork and dish

And my left wrist stays on glow

All 'cause my right one stayed on whip

I got fed up of sitting and wishing

I packed up and I made a change

Went cunch for forty-eight hours

Then I came home with an 18K

And I went through the hardest days

Recouping losses, counting wins

And we're talking a hundred bags when I out this brick

And I feel like Trap when I mix the work, gotta cover my face

I don't talk in grams

I talk brown bricks in masking tape

Have you counted a stack so fat that your fingers ache?

And sometimes I drive in silence

I have a clean run when I'm thinking straight

And if I could take it back

I'd probably do it all the same

And last week I killed the trap

This week I'ma do it all again

I fell in love with the sight of money

Bro fell in love with the sight of guns

Now I feel at home at the kitchen stove

Just me whipping up

This is the life we live

Ain't nothing but dirty money, grub, and forks in a Pyrex dish

The whole gang's on violent shit

In the hardest times I make it work

Show me a risk, I'll take it first

I ain't sleeping tight or feeling right

Until I fly this bird

This is the life we live

Ain't nothing but dirty money, grub, and forks in a Pyrex dish

The whole gang's on violent shit

In the hardest times I make it work

Show me a risk, I'll take it first

I ain't sleeping tight or feeling right

Until I fly this bird