That's Life Lyrics

[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
This shit a shame, you gotta watch them niggas close to you (Close to you)
You a grown man but got another nigga coaching you (Coaching you)
I'm a grown man, I get that bag like I'm supposed to do (Supposed to do)
Gotta keep a gun for all the fans that be approaching you (Approaching you)
And I love my fans

[Post-Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
Y'all hit that lick together, why you telling on your mans?
Looked up to cocaine dealers, CD prints all on my pants
I told you, "Hit my place" 'cause I was giving you a chance
But you showed what niggas do when you put money in they hands

[Verse 1: LBS Kee'vin]
Your day one ain't your day one, your real friend ain't your real friend
Your main bitch got a side nigga, go to jail, that money get spent
I know niggas wanna rob me so I ride behind this dark tint
With a G9 on my lap, been a killer who ain't got no sense (No sense, no sense)
What can you do if your best friend try to set you up? (Set you up)
Bitch sent the drop to have some niggas come and wet you up (Wet you up)
I made it out that situation, I had better luck (Better luck)
Even in the airports it be hard to put that metal up (Metal up)
Can't trust a bitch as far as you could throw 'em
Old heads on the block told me, "Stay dangerous," I'm already knowing (Already knowing)
You broke up with that bitch just yesterday and she already going (Already going)
Shit, that's life, I know how this shit go

[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
This shit a shame, you gotta watch them niggas close to you (Close to you)
You a grown man but got another nigga coaching you (Coaching you)
I'm a grown man, I get that bag like I'm supposed to do (Supposed to do)
Gotta keep a gun for all the fans that be approaching you (Approaching you)
And I love my fans

[Post-Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
Y'all hit that lick together, why you telling on your mans? Looked up to cocaine dealers, CD prints all on my pants
I told you, "Hit my place" 'cause I was giving you a chance
But you showed what niggas do when you put money in they hands

[Verse 2: OMB Peezy]
Look
This shit a shame, a dirty game
Gotta watch your partners, that's a must
Watch the ones who close to you because they close enough to touch
Was stuck on the block, underarms a lil' musty
Back when none of them hoes wanted to f*ck me
Clean up your pistol, don't shit a bitch rusty
I'll clean up your block with no mop, bitch, it's nothing
Yeah, ah, ah
And if they want murder for hire, they know where to come to (Come to)
Look, you better not get out your body, that might get you stomped, ooh, ooh
Everybody know I'm retarded, my young nigga dumb too (Dumb too)
And we got sticks sold with this bitch, don't try to come through (Come through)
Look, I'm in this bitch with a .30, too many shots, you might get drunk, uh (You might drunk)
Ride with a stick on my lap, bitch, I ain't gotta pop my trunk
Look, I'm in this bitch with a .30, too many shots, you might get wasted
I learned your game early, you couldn't play me

[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
This shit a shame, you gotta watch them niggas close to you (Close to you)
You a grown man but got another nigga coaching you (Coaching you)
I'm a grown man, I get that bag like I'm supposed to do (Supposed to do)
Gotta keep a gun for all the fans that be approaching you (Approaching you)
And I love my fans

[Post-Chorus: LBS Kee'vin]
Y'all hit that lick together, why you telling on your mans?
Looked up to cocaine dealers, CD prints all on my pants
I told you, "Hit my place" 'cause I was giving you a chance
But you showed what niggas do when you put money in they hands

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