Life Is Short lyrics

Artist  : Drag On 
Song : Life Is Short



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[Verse 1]

All I do is speak the truth so don't judge me by
my lies

I weigh about a buck 40 don't judge me by my
size

Our glocks is like Michael J. Fox it's +Family
Ties+

Cuz it'll make a family cry, why

A lot of questions just ain't answered problems
ain't resolved

Like if Drag really a gang member, or just
involved

Y'all can be the boss of the bosses I'll be the
cause of the causes

I rob from the rich and give to the less
fortunate

well I buy thousand whips and in your raps I
floss this shit

I buy thousand kicks and give to the young
orphanage

When I was young I was a soft kid 'till I snap

and they couln't get me off a kid cuz he sold my
mom's crack

In fact, I caught a case beyond that I couldn't
face my moms

crack addiction cuz I was way beyond that but I
face facts

I got busted over the left side of my face my
face back

But I had to fix that



[Chorus - repeat 2X]

Life is short, time flies

It ain't our fault, blames aside

It ain't the licks, it ain't the eyes

It's just the way we live or die



[Verse 2]

My blood I had to taste that my wound I had to
heal that

In order to feel that a real life shit and still
rap cuz

My rhymes still here so I done fried a few
punks

My mom still here but she'll die in a few
months

thats real life cancer and doctors ain't got the
answer

I hope yall fellin this cuz I ain't supposed to
be tellin y'all this shit

like I ain't supposed to be sellin yall this shit
but this is real life

like I ain't supposed to be cryin over this shit
but I still mind

Shit just don't feel right but I'm gonna hold
on

Till the hole in my 44 long

I'm gonna hit the gym and get my swoll on

Sometimes my head gone

Snd I don't give my pops props cuz he was dead
wrong

Pops was up, you know what, I don't give a
fuck

The only thing I'm happy that you did was bust me
out your nuts



[Chorus]



[Verse 3]

But nigga this is real life it makes me clutch my
glock real tight

It makes me wanna fight but I get it off when I
write

so these last few months my moms could live
right, in new clothes

they said she might lose her sight fuck it she
saw me blow

I reminisce sometimes I pull out old 40 year
olds

it gets me stressed so I could smoke up like 40
of those

sometimes I feel like walkin with a mean bout

bustin till I see cops snowin till I see slot

throw on a pair of flip flops take steps to the
roof of the ledge

till my feet stop but I need not, I got a life
ahead of me

I got a wife in back of me, at least I gotta see
my seed drop

Probation got me on a detox, so when I die, bury
me next to the weed crops

so when I'm in heaven I can give weed to Pac and
smoke trees with Big L

Alliyah we miss ya and Pun we have fun wit ya