OMB Peezy - That's Life lyrics

[Chorus: LBS Kee'vin] This sh*t a shame, you gotta watch them ni**as close to you (Close to you) You a grown man but got another ni**a 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 ni**as 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 b*tch got a side ni**a, go to jail, that money get spent I know ni**as 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) b*tch sent the drop to have some ni**as 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 b*tch 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 b*tch just yesterday and she already going (Already going) sh*t, that's life, I know how this sh*t go [Chorus: LBS Kee'vin] This sh*t a shame, you gotta watch them ni**as close to you (Close to you) You a grown man but got another ni**a 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 ni**as do when you put money in they hands [Verse 2: OMB Peezy] Look This sh*t 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 fu*k me Clean up your pistol, don't sh*t a b*tch rusty I'll clean up your block with no mop, b*tch, 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 ni**a dumb too (Dumb too) And we got sticks sold with this b*tch, don't try to come through (Come through) Look, I'm in this b*tch with a .30, too many shots, you might get drunk, uh (You might drunk) Ride with a stick on my lap, b*tch, I ain't gotta pop my trunk Look, I'm in this b*tch 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 sh*t a shame, you gotta watch them ni**as close to you (Close to you) You a grown man but got another ni**a 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 ni**as do when you put money in they hands