Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles - One Life lyrics

[Produced by TEAUXNY] [Hook] Good life, good days, good nights Don't let your life go by Don't let your life go by One life, one life [Verse 1 – Sy Ari Da Kid] Be loyal, faithful, grateful, graceful Most don't even know that the devil was an angel I'm able, no Cain, to heal the disabled Then march like the month before April Now may you, take two, minutes out your day to Learn to play the game and never let it play you Go and make a little change just know it might change you It's painful, but notice that the pain is what made you It's fatal, they hate you But even though you hate me I'll save you Tryna turn wine back to grape juice, I raise you Cowards sweet and sour like grapefruit Y'all just nosy like nasal, spray off the facial Break you down and lift you just to face you And even though I keep missing church homie I pray too Pastor we can bet I outpray you Hole in the bread like a bagel, bring the food up to the table Let's eat n***a [Hook] Good life, good days, good nights Don't let your life go by Don't let your life go by One life, one life [Verse 2] Thank you, all y'all, no time for shout outs Still mad at Manny and Floyd, I want a knock out Mi casa su casa, your crib is my house Cause home is the place where the real n***as hide out Scream thug life like I was raised in Pac house Told my brother [j**elry] have Amy Winehouse What good is hard in the paint if you don't box out Sirens, gunshots, blocka blocka blockout Y'all n***as blockin', I bring the block out Same n***as coppin' be the same ones that cop out n***as know what time it is, no need to bring the watch out But watch out, n***as still ball through the lock out f** all the turn up, bring the hip hop out TEAUXNY told Illa tell Ells to bring Bop out So peep the boom bap just to [fop] out Hop out, real life all day, ain't sh** to lie about [Hook] Good life, good days, good nights Don't let your life go by Don't let your life go by One life, one life [Second Beat - Produced by TEAUXNY] [Sample from the Matrix] Hear that, Mr. Anderson? That is the sound of inevitability [Verse 3 – JID] I never been scared to face satan But when god speaks I'm in my boots shaking Like a stripper, no tips, I guess my pops making pace With dodging the undertaker with a f**ing pacemaker In his chest, where your heart at I been told y'all n***as I'll start the artist and flow to bring the renaissance back You just want to dance, you don't want to dap Used to bending over, you remind me of a hunchback Notre Dame, my ego grows with every line Fetty condo, black American Not pushing a Chevy or a foreign whip of any kind My girl no foreign but very fine She's a j**el and my manager's a j** And you my friend are looking real confused To the point you don't know how to move Come here young n***a, I'll “Luke I am your father” you Put you on some real sh**, knowledge and the logicals I just want to help so if it's anything that I could do For you [Verse 4] For the sake of the life I'm living The days and the nights I'm giving I pray when I fight religion My vision mentally stuck in a cage with the likes of prison I'm paying the price and itching on making the right decisions I live with hella denial but it's whatever With a crazy a** façade that my parents gone' live forever I'm ignorant to the fact that I think they'll never leave earth Cursed to the fact I'd rather they bury me first Unnecessary it hurts, destiny lurks In hell's kitchen that holy recipe work But it seems at every funeral the past is delusional Under the impression that losing a life's the usual Nobody died and made you god, n***a who are you? I'm putting two and two together I lick my index finger put it in the air to predict the weather So notice it's no coincidence Y is my favorite letter I got questions [Verse 5 – Translee] Growing impatient of patiently waiting My state been waiting for me to make a statement and come out the basement Aching to get a placement in your top five lottery It could all be gone tomorrow like a midnight robbery A poll of rappers around me surrounding a round table Rounding a sound player with melodies outdated I'm dating a date with destiny, never could downplay it Put your grandma against my grandma, she never could out pray her We so good over here, we so good And since I left for college I been living in the hood Crazy ain't it, my feelings emaciated Dope dealers don't take vacations so why should I Why should I feel like I ain't replaceable? I rap about my life to copycats that is untraceable Get your own life, motherf**er I ain't available Me being heard is a must like no deodorant A little bit off the topic but this sh** was more appropriate I does this [Verse 6 - Freddie Foxxx/Bumpy Knuckles] Talk sports on the corner, work for the coroner When egos start to explode, we in trap mode Money looking tight, n***as in these diamond chains, they looking right Pause, this ain't about what's in your f**ing drawers It's about you leaking bloody snot bubbles Cause that chain ain't in my muddy paws My own neighborhood is rundown Here go the run down, I want to be a better example to my son now Deep bars over that gun pow Music to the street, I shoot you for one thou Grown man bars, written in memoirs The legacies will never read the rappers was this hard Real beef in these streets is undeb'table Mic sk**s on these beats is incredible Something that happened but it's nothing I'm rapping so The life sh** that I spit is inevitable