"Life Of Crime" lyrics
Lil Boosie Lyrics
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all of my homies had to die before they got to grow?
Off in my prime, niggas was dyin for playin it raw. Jermey got nine, and Panell dead from bustin with the law
So I'm left with bad thoughts, 'cause all the good ones faded dead
Why you have to take the real? Should've took the fake instead
I sit and shake my head 'cause this dirty world cold. My cuz ain't nothing but 15, got life with no parole
And my pockets to the head and I can't afford a lawyer. In this ghetto with no father figure looking up to ballers
My family. They can't stand me 'cause they figure I'm 'a die. These niggas wanna kill me and plus the judge wanna give me five
I told 'em you lie, know yo heart filled with hatred. This one here for Thalma Jaykens keep yo head up you gon' make it
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all of my homies had to die before they got to grow?
My troubled soul so cold and plus it's 'nough to know discussion. Growing up and that for trynna make something out of nothing
Why you had to take my dawgs? What I'm asking when I get on my knees. Fuck the laws they just hating don't wanna see me make Gs
At night I cry, wondering why you had to take my paw. Figured that ah teach a lesson, that just made me raw
And for my dawgs up and heaven look we 'bout to shine. Pour out liquor for you nigga when you cross my mind
Had friends but in the end couldn't stand the heat. Both of our daddies smoked [?]. So we ran the streets
And being mad at the world got me mugging them niggas. It ain't too many real clowns to be trusting them niggas
Ya heard me
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all of my homies had to die before they got to grow?
I know you looking down on us and see what we going threw. You see we gotta bring drama, if a nigga showing you
In the hood where we live everybody acting rude. 'Round there since I was little so that fucked my attitude
And when I had problems I use go and ask my momma, but she was too busy dealing with fucking daddy drama
So I chose to get the wrong answers from the thugs on the block. They told me, "Get up off your ass and start the hustling with rock."
From then on I felt grown, 'cause I bought for myself. I left all my niggas alone 'cause I'm 'a die myself
And these days everybody slanging iron and the reason why we dying 'cause we fucked up in our prime
Our prime
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all of my homies had to die before they got to grow?
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all of my homies had to die before they got to grow?
Off in my prime, niggas was dyin for playin it raw. Jermey got nine, and Panell dead from bustin with the law
So I'm left with bad thoughts, 'cause all the good ones faded dead
Why you have to take the real? Should've took the fake instead
I sit and shake my head 'cause this dirty world cold. My cuz ain't nothing but 15, got life with no parole
And my pockets to the head and I can't afford a lawyer. In this ghetto with no father figure looking up to ballers
My family. They can't stand me 'cause they figure I'm 'a die. These niggas wanna kill me and plus the judge wanna give me five
I told 'em you lie, know yo heart filled with hatred. This one here for Thalma Jaykens keep yo head up you gon' make it
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all of my homies had to die before they got to grow?
My troubled soul so cold and plus it's 'nough to know discussion. Growing up and that for trynna make something out of nothing
Why you had to take my dawgs? What I'm asking when I get on my knees. Fuck the laws they just hating don't wanna see me make Gs
At night I cry, wondering why you had to take my paw. Figured that ah teach a lesson, that just made me raw
And for my dawgs up and heaven look we 'bout to shine. Pour out liquor for you nigga when you cross my mind
Had friends but in the end couldn't stand the heat. Both of our daddies smoked [?]. So we ran the streets
And being mad at the world got me mugging them niggas. It ain't too many real clowns to be trusting them niggas
Ya heard me
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all of my homies had to die before they got to grow?
I know you looking down on us and see what we going threw. You see we gotta bring drama, if a nigga showing you
In the hood where we live everybody acting rude. 'Round there since I was little so that fucked my attitude
And when I had problems I use go and ask my momma, but she was too busy dealing with fucking daddy drama
So I chose to get the wrong answers from the thugs on the block. They told me, "Get up off your ass and start the hustling with rock."
From then on I felt grown, 'cause I bought for myself. I left all my niggas alone 'cause I'm 'a die myself
And these days everybody slanging iron and the reason why we dying 'cause we fucked up in our prime
Our prime
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Young adolescents in our prime live a life of crime, though it ain't logical
We hobble through these tryin times. If I die, Lord help me with my troubled soul
Why all of my homies had to die before they got to grow?
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