That's Life (Key to the City) ft. y2k Lyrics

Every direction I turn, it's like somebody's infected with negative energy

That's the reason

More than tenderly, Yeah

Yeah

It's him, Double R

It's only one him. You know that, right

Yo

Every direction I turn, it's like somebody's infected with negative energy

That's the reason they burn

Weed up, when they letting off steam, they steam up

When the backstabs and subs don't work, they team up

I just want more positive conversations, leveling up

I don't want to hear about no gossip or who whip got keyed up

Don't tell me who got locked up, tell me who done cleaned up

You out here promoting celebrities, but never big your team up

Pick your team up, get your green up

Stop trying to keep up

Doing that, you gon' have to keep your heat tucked

Sometimes I miss my friends, I wish we could talk like old times

But they love talking about other niggas, y'all could do that on ya'll own time

That's the curse of being the person everybody go to

When they need advice, cause yours be working

Why they only come to me when shit not working

And when I come to them, it feel like I'm a burden

Told everybody, with an ear, my business when I was hurting

That's not right, but that's life

(I got the key to the city, so everybody come to me with their problems)

That's not right, but that's life

(I got the key to the city, so everybody know that I could solve them)

That's not right, but that's life

(I got the key to the city, so everybody come to me with their problems)

That's not right, but that's life

(I got the key to the city, so everybody know that I could solve them)

Out here, niggas be snakes, they hate

Arguing 'bout who chain real or fake

He got them red boots, you think it's stupid

Why you worried about what he did with his cake

Y'all love to gossip, I can't relate

Why you don't talk about what's on your plate?

Why you don't talk about what's in your safe?

And them crooked yellow teeth in your face

I could see the jealousy in your face

And the way you walking, see the heat on your waist

Cause he a nobody on his block, he know it'll change if he caught a case

Or he gotta be dripped in fashion

Shot like Dame, with a passion rapping

Karmas a bitch

You don't like people talking about you, but you do the same

Taking turns backstabbing

You just ignorant to it

And let me tell you one more sin

You can't vent to somebody about somebody they resent

Picture adding more fuel to a fire already lit, with kerosene

In comparison, it's accurate

In their petty war, they gon' add you in

Now, who I'm supposed to talk to? Serious question

Now, who I'm supposed to talk to? Nobody to talk to

Nobody to run to

Nobody to lean on

So I gotta keep on, keeping on

Yeah

That's not right, but that's life

(I got the key to the city, so everybody come to me with their problems)

That's not right, but that's life

(I got the key to the city, so everybody know that I could solve them)

That's not right, but that's life

(I got the key to the city, so everybody come to me with their problems)

That's not right, but that's life

(I got the key to the city, so everybody know that I could solve them)