Co$t of Lyfe (feat. Willyynova)

85 on

Said you can catch me, yea

(85)

Look

Said you can catch me doin' 85 on 38

Told God good lookin' out

This shit was worth the wait

True self presented on my sleeve

Searchin' for the heavens

As I'm takin' steps

To the pearly gates

With every breath I'mma earn my fate

Said I'm just here to take my dollars

Like insurance claim

I just turned the page

'Cause last chapter

We wasn't burnin' papers

My kin the first I'm takin' with me

They for sure to make it

Finna change the speed and come around

I know my circle waitin'

The cost of living got me broke

Cost of love could make my heart dry

And wither with my soul

Cost of peace could make 'em grab a piece

The trigger finna blow

Cost of life

As a young black **** with a fro, yea

The cost of living got me broke

Cost of love could make my heart dry

And wither with my soul

Cost of peace could make 'em grab a piece

The trigger finna blow

Cost of life

As a young black **** with a fro

I feel like I been searchin'

For love in all the wrong places

On the surface I been diligent

But complacent

I bleached the dreads

I get a better light when sungazing

I run chasin' with the speed of 100 slaves

Pulled back by 100 chains

Still pushin' fast through the hunger pains

Trapped in a fuckin' maze

Countin' back my numbered days

Mindstate say I can't relax

Until I run the maze

Demons runnin' with me

And they won the race

Many vices that I still invite

Because I want a taste

I ain't been enlightened

Since I saw the light in front my face

Don't feel like I'm drivin'

Gunnin' straight and never pump the breaks

Nights I gotta digest the pain

It make my stomach ache

The cost of living got me broke

Cost of love could make my heart dry

And wither with my soul

Cost of peace could make 'em grab a piece

The trigger finna blow

Cost of life

As a young black **** with a fro

The cost of living got me broke

Cost of love could make my heart dry

And wither with my soul

Cost of peace could make 'em grab a piece

The trigger finna blow

Cost of life

As a young black **** with a fro

Cost of life a make you question

Whether shit is worthless

100 verses

Cut up stitch your neck

Your shit is out of service

I been working for 300 days

Checks was confidential

Still feel I been too underpaid

Rather do my dirt in silence

Keep my problems out the way

Losing balance be the root of my decay

Pull the truth from out these roots

I'm not a slave

Killed them demons that be

Locked inside the cage

I done seen too many corpse at my young age

Hope to fly before I walk across the stage

Cost of life a have you mob tied

And living dangerous

Have you wipe your tears from bloody handkerchiefs

Better make a shift

This life is only what you make of it

Favorite blick I might just blaze your shit

I'm numb to pain 'cause I don't savor it

Shit is crazy

Stay equipped your vision hazy

Mixed with fate the picture stipulatin'

What you painted

Darkest hues be locked inside the basement

Your mind erase it

Lucid like tendencies of a dying patient