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Robert maxford Ingleton
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MoJoe
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歌词
Life ain't ever been easy for me
The roads brung out the evil in me
Late nights in the trap, it was freezing my G
Always had to take the long road
Hustling, trapping, I swear I got it if you want smoke
Rumble in the jungle, I ain't talking bout no Congo
Ran off with the pack, I had to beat him like a poncho
Life's never been easy, in my flat freezing
£3 electric, no central heating
Mummy raised an angel, roads turned me to a demon
Dealing, stealing, bussing heads for reasons
You ain't never seen your friend dead, he ain't breathing
All them man are babies on the roads, you're still teething
You ain't never had to keep a hammer just to move safe
Trauma in my past still hurting like a toothache
Me and Bomma really seen it all from early
That's why when he died, I can't explain how it hurt me
Like there's no sedation and I'm going through surgery
All I've had is pain on my brain from nursery
Life three-sixtied, I really had to go hard
My friend killed my cuzzy and my cuzzy killed my road darg
My **** turned fiend, I ain't know until he died though
I ain't get no answers, I'm still asking God "Why?" though
Fuck 'em all, ain't no love at all, do you feel me?
If it's war, I'ma dun 'em all before they kill me
Life's fucked so it's fuck life but who's listening?
Only go to church when there's a funeral or christening
Gotta get my head straight, first I need my bread straight
Kilo in the whip, that's thirty-six twenty-eights
Always on time, even when I pull up hella late
Bang a different yatty every week but I never date
Hate me on the sly, wanna see me die and levitate
Gotta keep a shooter till I see my mulla escalate
Man claim they're real, they ain't real, I had to demonstrate
Cause life ain't easy when you're robbing man and selling weight
Life ain't easy, had to always take the long route
Did shit that I was willing to but I ain't wanna do
Kinda shit that'll probably make a soft donny puke
Life ain't easy but I'm doing what I gotta do
Life ain't ever been easy for me
The roads brung out the evil in me
Late nights in the trap, it was freezing my G
Always had to take the long road
Hustling, trapping, I swear I got it if you want smoke
Rumble in the jungle, I ain't talking bout no Congo
Ran off with the pack, I had to beat him like a poncho
Written by: Robert maxford Ingleton

