Sheek Louch - This Life lyrics

[Verse 1:] Sour pills, hash flour Around with my gun co*k I'm movin by the hour Hand on the steering wheel Ice in my [?] Call my n***as up Tell em on my way to Ottawa [?] rose and patron Sprinkle coke all over the table Get these hoes in the zone It ain't nothin on TV if i'm watchin The Throne You gon see me with a bad b**h that I ain't boned Two rugas, razor on the sharp and the krugers [?] fifty to the face Make rappers quit like Mase Been movin coke for years And I ain't even catch a case Lox is OGs and ain't no nobody take her place I seen n***as come and go Now they wearin skinny jeans all tight Lookin gay at their show I got keys like a janitor Bandana, ridin on these n***as Let me ask you What's f**in with Canada [Chorus:] You ain't never been about this life You ain't never been about this game You a f**in b**h Yea we hustle every day and night Me and you know we're not the same You can s** my dick f** you and your b**h a** crew What the f** are you gonna do Man you won't do sh** You ain't never been about this life You ain't never been about this game You're a f**in b**h [Verse 2:] True story dog [?] b**h I need to see [?] Find me at the weed spot f**in with these street cops The street's hot So I keep the pumps just like Reeboks Watch eagles swoop down All these little peaco*ks When we drop the streets pop So homie please stop Thinkin that you hot When you not, cause we got The street on lock Like D Block, f** a detox When the heat pops through ya Face like [?] Call it a light dose Move away like lipo With this tight flow I might, go a little psycho And cut your f**in ear off like Like reservoir dogs f** what you heard Just check the repertoire ya'll We get it on [?] On that k** or be k**ed That's why we comin on strong We keep it comin, keep it gunnin Cookin on top of the oven If you want somethin for nothin Get the step because we run this [Chorus] [Verse 3:] I'm headlining you the guest appearance The question here is why the f** is you rappin I don't respect your lyrics A couple punches but the rest generic I just inherit everythin I learned from Pac To resurrect his spirit The throne is mine b**h you ain't gettin near it Cause what you sayin on your lyrics makes me laugh, hysteric-lee We two n***as, a necessity Especially, I crack a blunt like open sesame I got the recipe Trust me dude I doubt that's somethin you're accustomed to My lust for luda has got me robbin drug dealers and prostitutes I'm off my rocker, call the doctor I got lots to conquer Mama always said that life was often like a box a chocolates I'm still puffin that sticky budge, just to pick me up I'm sick as f** Of course you puke and urine through sippy cups I had enough bodies But you can catch first You haven't heard or seen a ma**acre that's even happened worst [Chorus]