Life On The Endz

It's your boy Snap Capone fresh from the fuckin' can

Shout my bruddah Rimz

The new tape 'Cold Feet'

You know the vibes, we knee deep in the streets (Fumes On The Beat)

Yuk!

They sent me up to jail

Like, ****, what's my worth?

I was in the mosque

My mummy in the church

My daddy in a hearse

Feel the pain and it hurts

If we've got beef, tryna put you on a shirt

Landed in jail, same day induction wing

Shit I'm getting life if my co-d tries to sing

Incarcerated, still pulling strings, violin

Jail like my second home, forever going in

They relate to my raps, I was raised in them flats

If you heard it from me, then take it as a fact (Snap Capone)

Snap slim ****, but my pockets getting fat (Bolo)

I remember days I was praying for a MAC

Life is a test, I'm live in the flesh

I'm tired and I'm stressed

Judge lifed all my friends

When will this end?

This is life on the ends

Paranoid, still gotta roll with a skeng (RIP Skeng)

Live by the gun or die by the sword

Can't feel my pain, gotta see what I saw

Cold nights, trap house, slept on the floor

I just want the Bentley Bentayga and a Porsche (Skrr skrr)

Live by the gun or die by the sword

Can't feel my pain, gotta see what I saw

Cold nights, trap house, slept on the floor

I just want the Bentley Bentayga and a Porsche

Yo, armed feds in the drum, red beams on your son

Mum got in the way, I jumped in front of my mum (True stories)

Fought the case, but we lost, he was riding for the block

Now my **** in this box and this beef can't squash (Rest in peace)

Got a guilty verdict, I know I ain't perfect

Before I took shahada, used to go Sunday service (Astaghfirullah)

Used to borrow mashes, never had a fiver

Then we got our own cah them **** tried to style us

Sitting in that cage, letters every other day

Told mum, "I'm okay, I'll be free one day" (Inshallah)

In my Gucci sliders, on that wing comfy

Line's still running, taking two racks monthly (Facts)

Still getting dough with the same chick I was broke with

Had to get focused, on that block I was hopeless

Jail was worthy

Some things I had to learn, G

'Cause I know I coulda died or got a thirty (True stories)

Live by the gun or die by the sword

Can't feel my pain, gotta see what I saw

Cold nights, trap house, slept on the floor

I just want the Bentley Bentayga and a Porsche

Live by the gun or die by the sword

Can't feel my pain, gotta see what I saw

Cold nights, trap house, slept on the floor

I just want the Bentley Bentayga and a Porsche