歌詞
Have a speech on this bitch
This my double life
Sometimes, one ain't enough, you gotta live two, you know?
Can only speak for myself
1Up shit
We goin' upper
(Eli, stop playin' with these ****, man)
He live a double life, he the troubled type (Yeah)
Apply pressure when he bust his pipe at the other side
But he still a good kid in his mother eyes (I swear)
She on the news confused, she ain't know what her son was like (She ain't know)
She ain't know he lived that double life, out here pressing shit (Pow-pow-pow-pow)
'Cause when he home, he a respectful kid (Brrat)
She think he innocent, she think he heaven-sent (I'm not)
But when he step out, he steppin' like he devil sent (Yeah)
If my mama knew what I was out here doin', we woulda got into it (Man)
**** copy everything I do, I'm they top influence (Fuck on)
'Cause I been chewin' (Yop)
Hoes mad, so sad 'cause they not included
I was that neighborhood smooth ****
Went to school in some different school districts (Man, on God)
Played ball out there too, I drove a cool distance (You gotta know)
They was out there too privileged, actin' like they shoot ****
Fantasizin' 'bout the life I'm forced to live through, ****
That double life, life was different back when school was out (Yop)
They studied the hood, that's really all I knew about (You gotta know)
I went from pick 'em up, mess 'em up to ballin', doin' fraud (Football)
Don't let these fake rap ****' songs influence you
Was stick clutchin and sippin', just another statistic
Where I'm from, if they ain't thuggin', hoes ain't fuckin' them **** (Yeah)
In the streets, he a demon, to his bitch, he a sweet (Yop)
He a cold ****, known to make these bitches anemic (Yeah)
He live a double life, he the troubled type (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Apply pressure when he bust his pipe at the other side (Yeah)
But he still a good kid in his mother eyes (Okay)
She on the news confused, she ain't know what her son was like (Yeah, never know)
She ain't know he lived that double life, out here pressing shit (He pressin' ****)
'Cause when he home, he a respectful kid (Okay)
She think he innocent (Okay), she think he heaven-sent (Yop)
But when he step out, he steppin' like he devil sent (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
**** trippin', in a world full of lost souls (**** gone)
Generation full of young **** who was taught wrong (**** dumb)
Breakin' laws, but it's crazy, 'cause the law broke
Man, they used to try to play with me and they got balled on (Swish)
If a **** actin' for the hoes, get his jaw broke (Bitch)
Get a **** stepped on like some raw dope (Yeah)
Remember me and gang mobbin', had to walk home (Mobbin')
Now kids askin' us for pictures 'cause we all on (We the ones)
He live a double life, he the troubled type (Yeah, okay)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
When he bust his pipe at the other side, yop (All my **** steppin')
Still a good kid in his mother eyes (Still good to his mama, though)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, 1Up shit
You don't got to know
Written by: Terrance Brantley
