Saba - LIFE [MV]

I got angels runnin' 'way, I got demons huntin' 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 ventin'

Congress got the nerve to call itself religious

Rich just gettin' richer, we just tryna live our life

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 the road

Talking to my father on the phone

Left the city when I was just four

None of them would get along

Momma beggin' him for winter clothes

I was chillin' with my nigga Spook

Now they tryna take his

Life don't mean shit to a nigga 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

Tell me I'll be okay, tell me happier days

Tell me that she my bae, that I won't be alone

Tell 'em I'll be okay, when he ask, "How's my day?"

Tell 'em that we the same, tell em' that we not safe

I got my grandaddy's soul, I'm at war, that's on my mind

I seen Walter 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 court gonna throw it like Donovan

Down a bit, I just been modelin' my whole career as if 'Pac was here

Studio monitors shakin', 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 watchin'

So stop comparing me to people, no I am not them

A lot of people dream until they shit or get sh-*gunshot*

That's life

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 beggin' him for winter clothes

I was chillin' with my nigga Spook

Now they tryna take his life