Life by TRA (US) Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
This my life (Yeah) yeah (Aye)
This my mother fucking life
No need to turn on the lights
I shine bright
Put it aside
I don't take no ones advice
Ain't got a girl on the side
I got a girl with some beautiful eyes
I got a drink with some ice
I'm the stu every night woo (Yeah)
Only do shit that I like
Calling my girl and she's psyched
Feel like I'm off of a flight and back on a flight
Feeling alive
Taking my time
Feeling the music is how I design
Finding myself I'm just looking for signs
Calling my phone I'm not pressing decline
I got a girl and she fine (Yeah yeah)
But I'm focusеd
Hear my shit it's like a bonus
I still feel like I'm unnoticеd
Searching for the perfect moment
Grown so much since I dropped focus
Some people call me a poet (Naw yeah wait)
Sike
I got too many opponents
Spitting that fire just talking to Moses
I'm on that burning bush shit
Fuck the bullshit
Fuck the ladder I'm next up
And I swear to god I'll step up
And I swear to god that shit too much
Feel like I'm leaning on crutches the way these rappers be judging (Yeah)
End of discussion
(Bitch) Bitch
[Interlude]
Mother fuckers really out here trynna act like this ain't my fucking life man
Like I don't know what I'm doing
Fuck that shit
Imma show em what I do best
Let's go
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Cause I'm
Back with precision
We back in that business
I'm back with a clearer ambition
I'm writing petitions
My rapping is viscous
I'm doing it different
Not just for commissions
It's 80 degrees in my house and I'm working and that's my life mission
I'm so driven
I got a car in the back of the lot and it's running on fumes
What do I do
What do I choose
I'm cutting fruit in the back of a store
It's 30 degrees in the cooler I'm tempted to walk out the back door
But fuck it
I'm getting home and I'm spending three hours on music
And writing till I'm finna lose it
I'm finna lose it
They got to many excuses
I'm the booth every night
And I'm fucking improving yeah (Yeah)
Yeah this my life
Rearranged but I'm still the same
I'm still to blame
Y'all still can't say the last name
But it still won't stop me from getting to fame
Like naw fuck it
I promise the music has changed
But the subject matter has stayed the same
And I'm off the chains now
I'm on stage now
I'm untamed now
I'm not playing around
I got money to put in accounts
And give all back to the hometown
Oh wow
Countdown to the next project
I found my sound
But my heads still up in the clouds
Mother fuckers trynna bring a me down
It won't stop me
Making a whole mother album got it looking like a masterpiece
I've been working on my self esteem
Drop a mother fucking hit and it's on repeat
Hear a beat make a song while I'm half asleep
Commodities and policies
It's hard to see
I press delete I won't believe
My expertise is half complete
Obsessed with neat
Obsessed with me
I'm stuck in a fucking routine
And I'm counting down to the fucking release ahh
Yeah
This my life (Yeah) yeah (Aye)
This my mother fucking life
No need to turn on the lights
I shine bright
Put it aside
I don't take no ones advice
Ain't got a girl on the side
I got a girl with some beautiful eyes
I got a drink with some ice
I'm the stu every night woo (Yeah)
Only do shit that I like
Calling my girl and she's psyched
Feel like I'm off of a flight and back on a flight
Feeling alive
Taking my time
Feeling the music is how I design
Finding myself I'm just looking for signs
Calling my phone I'm not pressing decline
I got a girl and she fine (Yeah yeah)
But I'm focusеd
Hear my shit it's like a bonus
I still feel like I'm unnoticеd
Searching for the perfect moment
Grown so much since I dropped focus
Some people call me a poet (Naw yeah wait)
Sike
I got too many opponents
Spitting that fire just talking to Moses
I'm on that burning bush shit
Fuck the bullshit
Fuck the ladder I'm next up
And I swear to god I'll step up
And I swear to god that shit too much
Feel like I'm leaning on crutches the way these rappers be judging (Yeah)
End of discussion
(Bitch) Bitch
[Interlude]
Mother fuckers really out here trynna act like this ain't my fucking life man
Like I don't know what I'm doing
Fuck that shit
Imma show em what I do best
Let's go
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Cause I'm
Back with precision
We back in that business
I'm back with a clearer ambition
I'm writing petitions
My rapping is viscous
I'm doing it different
Not just for commissions
It's 80 degrees in my house and I'm working and that's my life mission
I'm so driven
I got a car in the back of the lot and it's running on fumes
What do I do
What do I choose
I'm cutting fruit in the back of a store
It's 30 degrees in the cooler I'm tempted to walk out the back door
But fuck it
I'm getting home and I'm spending three hours on music
And writing till I'm finna lose it
I'm finna lose it
They got to many excuses
I'm the booth every night
And I'm fucking improving yeah (Yeah)
Yeah this my life
Rearranged but I'm still the same
I'm still to blame
Y'all still can't say the last name
But it still won't stop me from getting to fame
Like naw fuck it
I promise the music has changed
But the subject matter has stayed the same
And I'm off the chains now
I'm on stage now
I'm untamed now
I'm not playing around
I got money to put in accounts
And give all back to the hometown
Oh wow
Countdown to the next project
I found my sound
But my heads still up in the clouds
Mother fuckers trynna bring a me down
It won't stop me
Making a whole mother album got it looking like a masterpiece
I've been working on my self esteem
Drop a mother fucking hit and it's on repeat
Hear a beat make a song while I'm half asleep
Commodities and policies
It's hard to see
I press delete I won't believe
My expertise is half complete
Obsessed with neat
Obsessed with me
I'm stuck in a fucking routine
And I'm counting down to the fucking release ahh