Life on the Edge

[Verse 1]
Life's a game, if you don't know how to play, you lose
Confusing people with the shit that they say on the news
Can't pay for baby shit, shit, but she paying for shoes
House shopping's the only time that I'm paying for views
The game's fucked up, everybody's rapping now
Bragging 'bout a Gucci belt but they ain't got a house
Way past the era when your lyrics needed meaning
Way past the era when your songs needed feeling
Mummy working three jobs
And struggling to pay the bills each month
And she got three sons, you know, it's each one teach one
So it won't be long before the younger sibling becomes
Like their older brothers slinging on the corner
Hard cocaine or that marijuana
Married to the game like you got beef with
All my niggas who were your niggas, but now they'd kill you if they saw ya
From that murder capital where they murder for numbers
Filing algebratic equations occuring [?]
That MAC-10 or that 45
Will leave your face next to RIP on your jumper

[Hook]
Living life on the edge
I wonder if they'll cry when I'm dead
Living life on the edge
I wonder if they'll cry when I'm dead

[Verse 2]
Would you take a normal egg instead of a Fabergé
Or keep the normal one and fry it for your family?
Or take the Fabergé and take a couple pictures
And post the shit all over Instagram and Twitter?
Young prince with hills tryna build mountains
They want [?], I want land so I can build houses
At 19, my mindframe ain't your average
Most of these youngers are toy soldiers, they don't have a say
But someone's getting the drop right now
It's the middle of July, the block's hot right now
Shit, hiding from the cops right now
Someone's getting shot at or getting shot right now
I'm living in war, I'm living in war, what am I living for?
I've had it before, I've had it before, so why am I living poor?
Money's an issue, man, you were so official
When you had it, now you don't have it, niggas wanna diss you

[Hook]