Dis Iz Da Life Lyrics - Free City - St. Lunatics

Man, uh, I've been thinking 

What you've been thinking about, man? 

Ever since Country Grammar done spent seven million 

Millions, I told you, that shit's been crazy 

Shit's been fucking crazy, I tell ya 

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that 

Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? 

Ma, let's break and leave the spot 

(Come on, Ma) 

Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot 

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that 

Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? 

Ma, let's break and leave the spot 

(Come on, Ma) 

Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot 

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that 

Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? 

Ma, let's break and leave the spot 

(Come on, Ma) 

Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot 

Man, dis iz da life 

Ay yo, I'm Chachee Acolla, dirty, I know ya heard me 

'Cause I'm forty eight plus negative thirty, Murphy perverted 

And you know that, be in strip clubs where the shows at 

Keep a show packed, ay, Yella Mack, where my dough at? 

Herky got my quarter 0 sack and blunt papers 

Quick to rip and rap roll that, my life saver 

Playa hater hater, Lunatic rhyme maker 

I'm the arm, the leg, the leg, arm, head maker 

Call me when you finna' break up, you can't take a 

I take care a that, it be okay when we wake up 

Short so I gotta lay up, no dunkin' for me 

I sport the ten, ain't no puntin' for me 

Murphy Lee, the school boy's, what you want me to be? 

So, I'm a be that, for six D I G I T's 

I'm a L U N A T I C, 'bout to B L O W U P, c'mon 

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that 

Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? 

Ma, let's break and leave the spot 

(Come on, Ma) 

Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot 

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that 

Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? 

Ma, let's break and leave the spot 

(Come on, Ma) 

Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot 

Man, dis iz da life 

Y'all be hatin' a lot 'cause we makin' a lot 

I be's that nigga like Vacant Lot 

I'm achin' hot, check what you got to get in the spot 

I'm takin' a shot before I pull up on the lot 

It's V.I.P. parkin', walked in sparkin' 

Ain't nobody chargin', feelin' like a sergeant 

They all linin' up, all nines and up 

And I better make my choice, the night's windin' enough 

Long skirt, cornrows, she's fine enough 

Dressed in black, black suit and my brim be black 

With a Cardinal bird on it, my team gon' blow 

Nigga, I put my word on it, my team shoots well 

That's if I had a curve on it, no standin' in line 

(Who, me?) 

My coat got fur on it, I'm a slide right in 

And I keep a room key, ain't no need for no pin 

I got Sugar Daddy partyin' wit' me, man, bring mo' friends 

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that 

Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? 

Ma, let's break and leave the spot 

(Come on, Ma') 

Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot 

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that 

Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? 

Ma, let's break and leave the spot 

(Come on, Ma) 

Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot 

Man, dis iz da life 

Check it 

It ain't my fault, I was born with Country Grammar and talk, Ma 

No Ma, I ain't hurt, that's just my walk, Ma 

Slight limp son, you know, to Simpson 

I keep it burgged out, play your cards right you get some 

Call me Kane when ya sayin' my name, the lips numb 

I'm talkin' brains in the back of the Range, been done 

I be's like only five, ten, weighin' one, seven, one 

But if you close your eyes, swore you're gettin' crushed by a bum 

Be like, "Oh Nelly, can I call you Mr. Hanes?" 

Whichever one just made you came, then that'll be thy name 

The one they couldn't tame, I ain't speakin' from the vain 

I'm speakin' from the change, the rapper and the chain 

The high rise, overlookin' ducks and thangs 

I can see you're fascinated by the trucks and thangs 

On Q, when she hopped on the tip my man 

She must've been a vibrant thang, a vibrant thang, ay 

All my niggas, if you wit' me, let me know 

(Why?) 

Who keep it hotter in the night than in the day 

(I) 

You boys for real, you fakin at the same time 

Gotta set the game tight 'cause some of y'all ain't playin' right 

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that 

Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? 

Ma, let's break and leave the spot 

(Come on, Ma) 

Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot 

Man, dis iz da life, club packed, I'm lovin' that 

Picking the best hoes like a running back, what up with that? 

Ma, let's break and leave the spot 

(Come on, Ma) 

Before the haters who ain't fuckin' shoot up the parking lot 

Man, dis iz da life 

Ever since that Country Grammar shit 

You know, this has been the life 

Man, I don't know, I've been thinking 

I don't man, like, everywhere I fucking go 

They all know that 'Down, Down, baby' shit 

Maybe, it's nothing changed 

It's the other people around them changing 

Everybody else around you changed, I have noticed that 

I noticed that maybe, maybe 

You just try to do what you've been tryin' to do from day one 

You know, it's like everybody with you until this shit happens 

Once the shit happens, nobody rolls with you anymore 

Everybody wants to be like, you know 'Fuck him' 

You know what I'm sayin'? Fuck them, dis iz da life