9th Wonder - Life's a b**h lyrics

[Verse 1: Wale] They used to tell me I was destined to blow, young I never knew the definition of what slow was How could you slow when you 12 feeling grown up Doing sh** on your own but it's fact: you never know much Life's a b**h I put my arm on her shoulder Tell her I'm the realest and I whisper 'you go girl' I embrace her, I never chase her I make her chase me 'cuz of the way I taste her Hmm, girl you finger licking wonderful Bet I make you cum until a significant muscle pull It's not a metaphor, this is Metal Gear on a swimming pool of Red Bull You could get your head blown off And I'm so bomb I should be thrown to a Moss And I'm so gorgeous couldn't throw me in a Masque- -rade, they'd rage, they'd say Take off your mask boo, I gotta see your face! Later [Transition: Talib Kweli] Peace Yeah, ey yo Wal' Tell 'em get to steppin' They exhibiting signs of not being prepared [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Hey yo, the writer you admiring, conspiring like Rico Say you making movies but you s** like the sequels This a graphic novel we endorse super heroes Ice cold, like my love is below, we so Goddamn talented the balance is unequal Survival with the peephole Silence is lethal So I'm louder than a motherf**er, heavy as a Pea Coat Exposing the government like Operation Deep throat See I'm exactly like phenomenons And tighter than Michelle Obama's arms So you should work it out, pull it out Thank Gucci for their weapons, getting desperate 'Cuz the hood is dryer than a desert We're the slum dog millionaires looking for any oil And it's hot enough to make Danny Boyle I walk many soils, cross many roads Face covered with pantyhose 'Cuz I stole the show and got a standing O! [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] Uh Since a youngin' ooh she played so hard to get Your boy was bumming too that played a large part of it She liked fly guys, those easily marketed as s** symbols Not direct pimples on your forehead or struggling When your check dwindles she need more bread and bubblings What the rest did you could just snort heads up under them My vestibule to keep her pocket filled with vegetables You had to throw lead missiles Not me, rather write to a hot beat Then go outside and kick it like I learned from Miyagi You ripping it Papi, is what she said when I spit it in the lobby Off the head but I didn't get co*ky I drop it my [?] then made shorty's other n***as look sloppy The bigger the hurdle was, then the bigger my hops be Now this b**h, man she more than just got me She puzzle me hard, like my album in so pick up a copy now