The Life ft. Big Rube & Mayila Lyrics

It's the motherfuckin' Game in this, bitch

My nigga John Jay

Big Rube

What's good?

Houston, Texas to Bompton, California

Niggas know what the fuck it is

We livin' that life

Yeah

Lock the fuck in, nigga

Or get locked the fuck out

Gangsta shit

Sunday afternoons, just watchin' ceiling fans

Go around complex circumstances that need a simple plan

Anointed anomaly

Innovative is the temperament

Contemplated plans that get my hands up on a kilogram

Descendant of slaves

Ancestor of kings

Breakin' generational curses by any means

Outdated school curriculums, loose like a guillotine

Enlightened every step of type now

Billie Jean gotta be better ways of gettin' this cheddar saved

Gettin' connected up top like the letter A

Survivors remorse

Motivational raps

Got cousins I can't say from hell

Hope you find your way back

See, in the meantime, just gotta let this paper stack

And everyone who didn't believe, yeah, they gon' pay for that

I never let your inner fears interfere let me testify

I promise before I die, see, I'mma touch the sky

This is the life

This is the dream right here

We get the mula

Get the dollar, the green right here, yeah

This is the life

You know what I mean, my dear

We get the mula

Dollar, dollar bill

We get the green right here, yeah

See, this is spoken language of one who wasn't supposed to make it

decode, the matrix, while those around me growing complacent

A lot bolder

Hold up, baby, we going places

Rolls-Royce down, Bissonnet nigga, we made it

Nothing to play with

I turned my city to an oasis

These weren't the cards we were dealt, but now I'm holding for Ace's

Lawyers for cases to combat a system that's racist

Few chosen faces that get to witness the stolen greatness

To the east

Cribs on the water now

And a nigga giving orders now

Trips back and forth across the border now

Six figures in taxes

Had to put a quarter down

Vanity over sanity

They selling dreams

Hustling till my name across the seven seas

Boardroom full of niggas with felonies

About to retire the whole family

Yeah, this is the life

This is the dream right here

We get the mula

We get the dollar, the green right here, yeah

This is the life

You know what I mean, my dear

We get the mula

Dollar, dollar bill

We get the green right here

Arm, leg,Leg, arm, head

Forgive us, little TV

Sit on top of big TV with the TV dinners

Those are the seeds within us that made us believe we winners

Every level dealer with greedy niggas

Let the whole US know

I'm the South Side Esco

Yeah, this my declaration

My manifesto

See what you know about having half the subdivision up in escrow

Can't explain it

This something special

Yeah, this is the life

This is the dream right here

We get the mula

We get the dollar, the green right here, yeah

This is the life

You know what I mean, my dear

We get the mula

Dollar, dollar bill

We get the green right here

Success doesn't have an absolute definition

Like our reality, it's partially what the conscious mind envisions

So how can I judge another success with true precision

Or gauge the proper age for any level of ascension

Save my own

I can't live another's life

I can only brave my own

Examples can be given, but no foolproof guide to living can be shown

Even our own ideas of what success's range is, as our age progresses, ultimately changes

How do we explain this

Each person's journey is theirs and theirs alone

Each rewarding consequence is a solitary experience, almost unexplainable

The one thing I believe to be the same and will always remain unchanged is the hope in every heart that success can be attained

And therefore happiness

This is the life

This is the dream right here

We get the mula

Get the dollar, the green right here, yeah

This is the life

You know what I mean, my dear

We get the mula

Dollar, dollar bill

We get the green right here