Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the dice that you rolled for me?
I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it This is The Ville, home of the fast-lifers
Where we get high and don’t come down, we gas prices
Man, I wonder how hard to live my past life was
Cause this one hard, I could show you my scars
I ain’t crying tho.
They say that pity’s for the next man
Or that girl getting beat down by her ex-man
Hey, hold your head, mama
I know you wish that nigga dead, mama
If I can find a way to kill him, I won’t have man drama
Damn mama, tell me who you love
This one is for the boy that sees his mama on drugs
If feel your pain, boy. just know that I been through the same, boy
That lady needs you more than ever
Don’t be ashamed boy
Cause when it rained, boy, that was your umbrella
The one that changed your pissy sheets when you was a young fella
And now she in the bedroom on her knees
Staring at the sky, screaming «Lord please!»
Tell me now:
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the dice that you rolled for me?
I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it Soon as you cling on, my mind’s saying «be gone!»
I leave em with wrinkled foreheads, they now Klingons
Confused, cause friendship’s abuse and I’m sorry for it My life performance been trifling, sometimes I fight my conscience
Was never given spades, but I always had the heart
Always misplaying the hand that was dealt the joker cards
What I was spending like, lonely low energy
Performance slow clinically, rolling over we finna be Don’t pity me ever, when them haters answering
Mindset of a victor, no victim, I’m just a champion
Money come in slow, God, intervene
Spirit’s never broken, I’m just focused, don’t pity me No no no, you see this pain put a strain on my whole life
I seen the rain, seen my dreams turn to long nights
But all I ask is don’t pity me, no!
Don’t pity me, no!
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the life that you chose for me?
Is this the dice that you rolled for me?
I won’t cry about it, I won’t cry about it I freestyle life, can barely write the rent
Yearly income can barely keep this music life in check
Call up mama, hate to borrow money, but Christmas near
Hey you know what? How about we make each other gifts this year.
Friends are calling me up, asking me if I’m signed yet
Who I’m working with? Am I making dollar signs yet?
Disappoint them, within their voices — do they pity me?
Disbelief — I’mma stay drilling like them city streets
But ah, it seems like every day is rainy weather
Can barely fit my pain and pride the same umbrella
But he don’t care, he don’t care, it’s hard to keep em dry
No more caterpillar, now you see him change: peeping Tom
This life would flash before your eyes
And get your mash before your ride turns to ash
No more drive, no more gas, before you cry, get your last
Before you die, life your past with no regrets
Broken necks, no looking back man