Trae Tha Truth - Life & Times lyrics

[Hook: Ronnie Spencer - 4x] Struggling, with life and times (liiiife and tiiiiimes) But I gotta keep moving, moving [Trae] Reminisce bout past times, only praying daddy get better Giving anything for a smile, eliminating that rainy weather For cheddar we mash on sight, I done came a long way Ain't no time to be being broke, united for cash we got's to get paid By any means necessary, live the life that you made to live is what I was told No more sleeping in the cold, I gotta get up get out and get mo' And keep holding on, so thugging on the block is a part time grind So my other half, I'm wrecking shows studios all the time And now I'm H-Town walking on stage, looking good for Screw Zoo S.U.C. independent thugs, everywhere we getting ghetto love We done made it through the struggle, we ghetto gold superstars In candy blue wide body cars, crawling up the Boulevard Remember me, that same little hard headed n***a Trae Running up and down on Few Quay, grew up to be Guerilla Maab made With the help of a lot of love, and I'm knowing I lost a lot My brother Dinkie locked up for life, but I pray to get him out cause I be [Hook - 4x] [Al-D] Wish I could turn, back the hands of time My pops died of cancer, got a grown man crying Thoughts in my mind, to give up so I fell to my knees God fax me a picture, of my daughters sons and cheese So much to achieve, but it's hard when you starve for nothing Cookie cutting, crack seems the only way to get something My pops worked for forty years, and we still was po' Don't want sardines no mo', so I start cooking coke Seems I'm walking on a tight rope, trying to find a right road Screw made the beats slow, so my voice sounds throwed Having dreams since young ones, to mash together The man upstairs call your number, thug in peace forever Staying in mash mode, cause you made it fa sho Legend in your own time, make the music go slow Can't give up, all the dues you keep on paying And hear your voice while I'm alone, and you keep on saying [Hook - 4x] [Al-D] Poor times, made me harder A born ba*tard, trapped in hate with no father Mislead giving folks, in that water Left me looking through a window, with my daughter Plus I got a little brother, doing sixty agg'd That's why I don't smile, strapped up and mad Sometimes I feel like, I'm falling off the edge So much pain from my grace, I can't hold my head In the FED where they said, I would end up I'm staying high till I fly, I don't give a f** In the cuts swanging nuts, screaming black G Putting it down, for my motherf**ing family After Screw flew away, they say my shield gone But he ain't here to stop me, now I get my k** on A young n***a got plex, from his own people In they face on a chase, for the root of evil [Hook - 8x]