Living

You ain’t living that shit you lying it’s all up in your face You ain’t presenting that shit so now I gotta demonstrate Ain’t going to prison so instead I’m writing these sentences I got war wounds I drink codeine for the blemishes You ain’t living that shit you lying it’s all up in your face You ain’t presenting that shit so now I gotta demonstrate Ain’t going to prison so instead I’m writing these sentences I got war wounds I drink codeine for the blemishes I got wounds for all the days I had to fight Not me physically but me mentally I wasn’t right So these days I find myself holding on that pipe Yesterday I thought I died so today gone be alright God gave me a chance just to f*ck up one more night You ain’t bout that shit you saying but I’m that nigga that take flight And my bother I swear I love ya I’m sorry the day we had that fight Got that cutter I just might bust cuz I ain’t in the mood to fight Aww man they all thought I had no plan Got them racks they seen me bubble now they putting out they hand Tell them boys that they in trouble cuz they witnessing the man Had no bands then he risen from the dirt like he’s Rosen No excuses But sometimes he would complain about them bruises On how it took a toll and how it mentally abused him And he didn’t know the most high was the one he was really choosing It was so confusing family turned they back like he a loser You ain’t living that shit you lying it’s all up in your face You ain’t presenting that shit so now I gotta demonstrate Ain’t going to prison so instead I’m writing these sentences I got war wounds I drink codeine for the blemishes You ain’t living that shit you lying it’s all up in your face You ain’t presenting that shit so now I gotta demonstrate Ain’t going to prison so instead I’m writing these sentences I got war wounds I drink codeine for the blemishes