Life (Explicit)-Saba

I got angels running 'way, I got demons hunting me I know 'Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33 I tell death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me I say God, that's the one, I know she would die for me They want a barcode on my wrist To auction off the kids that don't fit their description of a utopia (black) Like a problem won't exist if I just don't exist If I grew up without a single pot to piss in Pardon me for venting Congress got the nerve to call itself religious Rich just getting richer, we just tryna live our life [Hook] Momma mixed the vodka with the sprite They killed my cousin with a pocket knife While my uncle on the phone He was gone for more than half my life He got out a year and then he died I was on a road Talking to my father on the phone Left the city when I was just four None of them would get along Momma begging him for winter coats I was chilling with my niggas [?] Now they tryna take his [Post-Hook] Life don't mean s**t to a n***a that ain't never had shit, yuh Light don't mean lit in the dark, fight don't mean fists, ooh Eyes don't see, eyes don't see, ice don't freeze Light don't leave, I don't mean lie to me [Bridge] Tell me I'll be okay, tell me I'll be a [?] Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be alone Tell 'em I'll be okay, when I lost my [?] Tell 'em that we the same, tell em' that we not safe [Verse 2] I got my grandaddy soul, I'm at war that's on my mind I seen Walter's body cold, wish I could switch it with mine I'm not worried bout no rap shit, distractions or wasted times I still go to social functions even though I'm so anti No I'm no Rihanna, the cork [?] To throw it like Donovan, down a bit I just been modeling my whole career as a [?] Studio monitors shaking, I raise the apartments I'm bonded with profit, I made what I made, and allot it Amount of time that's in my mind the time you was watching So stop comparing me to people, no I am not them A lot of people dream until they s**t or get sh-*gunshot* That's life [Hook] Momma mixed the vodka with the sprite They killed my cousin with a pocket knife While my uncle on the phone He was gone for more than half my life He got out a year and then he died I was on a road Talking to my father on the phone Left the city when I was just four None of them would get along Momma begging him for winter coats I was chilling with my niggas [?] Now they tryna take his life