Q-Stone - Life on Da Edge lyrics

(*talking*) Ah-ha, we doing it one more time ya heard me Man the streets in me, the streets done made me I grew up thugging, believe that Me and Trae, we gon riot this year Y'all gon respect that to the fullest, man look We doing it like this here, check the peoples out man look [Hook: Shyna] It's kinda hard to maintain, living like a true soldier Living life on the edge, has got me so caught up It's kinda hard to maintain, living like a true soldier Everyday is a test, and I just won't give up [Trae] I remember back in the day, I was confused as a child And never thought that I would grew up, to be this wild I'm living life on the edge, to maintain is my job They wanna see me crack under pressure, but giving in this too hard They better get they army to swarm me, thinking they taking me out I been a soldier out the gates, so f** what you talking about Guerilla Maab till I'm leaving, Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro Call it what you wanna, you plex and you'll be six feet below Cause I been insane living, ever since my brother was gone Finally facing up with the truth, that he ain't coming back home I know it's wrong moving on, and though it seems the game'll never change I don't knock, I gotta be strapped with a shank and a Glock Cause n***as be crucial on my block And ain't no way they taking my stripes, I ain't going out without a fight Unless they catch a n***a, sleeping in the night And even still there ain't no k**ing me, even if I die I bet the world fin to remember me, a real n***a from the streets [Hook] [T.C.] I'm out chea cousin, rioting and thugging You could catch me in the hood, grinding and hustling The streets mad me, all the radios play me Ain't no turning back, ain't no n***a could fade me I'm still on a cash route, and I'm in a tight situation Dog, the ball blast out Still pulling masks out, at any time Play with me whodi, you buy it and never find b**hes make them cop calls While my money keep the cops off, got Trae posted With a Mack, 'case anything pops off I'm a made man young hustler, ain't no wa*kster in me When I riot duck, that's that gangster in me Head buster, got them people talking I'm playing with a six shot, I'ma f** off this some whodi Cause the streets too hot, too hot [Hook] [Trae] Even nothing but the devil running me hot, and I'm going crazy All the sh** that I be facing, is what got me turning shady They tell me to keep my head up, and it's easy for them to say Cause they ain't going through what I'm through, each and every day When you living like I'm living, and the block get bled Running from the cops, praying them n***as never leave for dead Cause I done seen it from every way, where the thugs and k**as play A n***a from around the way, that'll be strapped down with a K And ain't trying to murder nobody, I just wanna live my life And I can't focus on my life, when these motherf**ers be shife And I be searching for another way, please watch over Trae Heavenly Father guide me out, so I can live another day I gotta hold on, everything I got on the line Surviving is what I'ma do, so I'ma ride behind mine Like it was all that I had, or it be all that I got Even if I lose everything, it just ain't in me to stop [Shyna] I'm trying so hard, to maintain Knowing my life, will never be the same - 2x [Hook] (*singing*)