C'est La Vie ft. Josh Lamont Lyrics

I used to walk home

When I missed the bus

Now I got me a bus down

That say she miss the kid

Michigan she get the D boy

I'm just visiting

My wheels spinning

I never tire that's for Michelin

They say I changed keep the difference

It's just different I'm sharpshooting Ain't no hit or miss

Front line I could never hide

It get hideous

These niggas switch

Only got pride when they sipping it

Who backing them

Back pack full of new pack

Hold it like bassinets

Trapping like I never had

A first offense

Carol Baskins everything exotic

On the lens

Step up in the spot and get it popping

Bet I make it trend I stayed patient

Was David Ruffin fighting Temptations

They only know me

Because my dedication

I made that separation

We back to back you taking ten paces

I hope that heaven is your destination

Or maybe second place is

I'm down to my last resort

No more vacations

I stayed in and made haymakers

See I be venting but it's vindicated

I Parked the whip and took another Train in I see the garden right from Penn station

Cest la vie Namaste

I knew you'd see things my way

Stay with me seize the day

There no excuses no play

Cest la vie

I'm Living life like a ball player

Until the day I die

I told the people it's our year

Were going to see

So count it up so it's all there

Cause I don't trust a soul

Then we can toast to the hard years

Cest la vie

See I was born with it

They say something wrong with him

Because I ain't get the girl

Or save the day it was hard living

Was far was from guitar picking

See I got the war stitches

Was small but Would brawl

Before I'd let them ignore niggas

You had a short run

Why you so long winded

I'm good made it out the wood

Whip still cigar scented

I couldn't fall victim

To traps that the law set in

You dealing with God children

You corn on the cob niggas

I'm too vicious

And they don't like my ambition

Shit I was thinking

I should write for the Simpsons

Cause what I write

Is coming write to fruition

Yeah he a bad mother shut your mouth

She for the streets

That is not your spouse

I had to do it to them

My nigga quit his job

And went and grabbed the work

Young kids that will pop you

Like a Percocet for a half a Percocet

Print the shirts with your face on them And than sell the merch

It get ugly you should go to church

Or read a book and learn

Because how you getting money

Add it up and still don't know

Your worth

How you getting money add it up

and still don't know your

How you getting money

Add it up and still don't your uh

How you getting money

And don't know your worth nigga

Cest la vie Namaste

I knew you'd see things my way

Stay with me seize the day

There no excuses no play

Cest la vie

I'm Living life like a ball player

Until the day I die

I told the people it's our year

Were going to see

So count it up so it's all there

Because I don't trust a soul

Then we can toast to the hard years

Cest la vie