Life Goes On Lyrics

They was praying on my down fall

Praying that I fall off

Praying I got knocked off

Praying I had one more day to live

Spoke to god today

He said he had different plans for me

I talk to god like every day

So now demons run away from me

Been going through hard times

Like back to back

RIP Menga, I really just want you back

Remember in middle school they was laughing at my raps

Look at me now, these niggas won't laugh at the racks

Look at me these niggas won't laugh at the stacks

Look at me now, lil nigga look at the stats

Young and old niggas they got my back

I even had my own niggas stabbing my back

I was grinding while they sleep so I'm living how they dreaming

Remember I was down bad seeing M's

I was feening

Keep an angel by my side fighting off my demons

Niggas spoke behind my back

Niggas was committing treason

I got a money tree, and I'm getting more leaves by the day

I was fucking this hoe she got wet like the bay

My ooter he never on lack he keep a K

Disappear and come back and get rich like Lil Tay

Spin a nigga block, talking BeyBlade

Fucking his bitch on the camera Ray J

I desire the bands I ain't talking SayKay

White lil hoe, call her Sommer Ray Ray

I'm the most talented nigga

Get down, I don't play

I was just chopping up the beat

No Karate

If they ain't playing me, fuck the DJ

Slide to the crib, she gave me the BJ

Imma blow up one day, some day

Speeding in the whip on the free way

Did this shit on my own, I did it the free way

Make her mad when I post on ig, Oh well

RIP Juice, threw my wishes in that wishing well

Down bad by myself, had no one to wish me well

And I'm still down bad by myself

Got fake niggas that's wishing me well

I still got my real niggas in the coupe and we slide

I put that shit on, your bitch see me I make her cry

I ain't talking fast food, we gon slide, Five Guys

He was talking on the net, choppa fry him

French Fry

Balenci on the kicks, I got Rick Owens on the Jacket

She ain't fuck with me back then

She see me know bitch I'm the Cøøl Kid

I just copped this fucking choppa

It's too hot I need a cooling kit

Nigga playing with my money

I go dumb I'm getting stupid

I just killed this fucking beat

Bitch I went dumb bitch I went stupid

Glock hit niggas close range, far range

Call it Cupid

Doggy just crashed out the whip

Now he riding with no roof

If I put that shit on grab my phone, we do this photo shoot

I got a money tree, and I'm getting more leaves by the day

I was fucking this hoe she got wet like the bay

My ooter he never on lack he keep a K

Disappear and come back and get rich like Lil Tay

Spin a nigga block, talking BeyBlade

Fucking his bitch on the camera Ray J

I desire the bands I ain't talking SayKay

At the end of the day I still ain't got Menga

That means I ain't got nothing

Mexican bitch she look just like Selena

And she toting on my gun

Mom ain't raise no hoe

I ain't bout to run

Me against the world hell yeah I won't run

Me against myself hell yeah and I'm still going

End of the beat hell yeah but I'm still flowing

I ain't reach the limit, got no limit

Imma keep going

Real niggas move in silence

Imma start tip-toeing