Yaseen Rosay - Can't Be Life lyrics

[Chorus: Yaseen Rosay] Yeah I swear this can't be life can't be love Its can't be right but it is shame is what we grew our minds What you know about these cold bros They gotta they cheese piffin', Henny sippin' Tryna feel different when he chasing Chasing the women but we end up with the b**hes And the real brothers all instinct [Verse 1: L Jinny] Close my eyes I feel the friction in my nerves Tryna reminisce on old times but the images are blood But the visions are disturbing Tryna paint pictures of words but its not happening The riots block our fingers reoccurred OK, now I'm back in this room and I'm writing again I thought I quit, I guess I only speak my mind with a pen Unfortunate kids, still I thank Allah at night in my bed I look at all these children talking how they lighting the sken Nah!! You ain't never let the 'ting blow And even if you did, I bet you never caught a body Sick of all these YouTube thugs and NNS syndrome Stay true to who you are brudda, start talkin' properly And what you know about six siblings and a mum to feed? And sister cut the benefits, now I'm the one for peas And now they wanna send my family back to Egypt Already feeling sea sick, gotta get them peas quick! [Chorus: Yaseen Rosay] Yeah I swear this can't be life can't be love Its can't be right but it is shame is what we grew our minds What you know about these cold bros They gotta they cheese piffin', Henny sippin' Tryna feel different when he chasing Chasing the women but we end up with the b**hes And the real brothers all instinct [Verse 2: L Jinny] Now would you pay attention if I had some more views? b**hes in the videos, or sittin' in a Porsche coupe? The realest in the game, f** glistening in chain Most of us grew in poverty, difficult to relate On top of that the pops is doing life without remand I Got to keep my calm Can't ride with that sh** on It's hard to progress in the future with a damaged past But still I try to count my blessings and I thank Allah See none of these yutes got no reason to be out and hustle And still they jump on tracks and try to talk 'bout struggle But they just struggle to go clubbin' on the weekend And Then they back in mummy's comfort when the week ends Haaa, It's kinda funny though Always complaining about getting snaked for the money yo But they won't hesitate to do the same in that position It's just a sewage full of rats, riding rats for provision [Chorus: Yaseen Rosay] Yeah I swear this can't be life can't be love Its can't be right but it is shame is what we grew our minds What you know about these cold bros They gotta they cheese piffin', Henny sippin' Tryna feel different when he chasing Chasing the women but we end up with the b**hes And the real brothers all instinct [Outro: Yaseen Rosay] Yeah, still here, Yaseen, Lyricist Jinn Shouts to my brothers and my sisters Still here still here still here still here Yeah yeah yeah!