"Life Happens Quickly" lyrics
Nappy Roots & GRIP Lyrics
Boom, life happens quickly
From a newborn to near pushin' 50
Wish I could have all my kinfolks with me
Trying to be free and being poor restricts me
Toot your own horn, but don't blow too quickly
As a young kid, I let info miss me
Now I'm making up, got info hit me
I'm straight from Middle GA 'til them folks convict me
"It was all a dream," and that's a quote from Biggie
Dreamin' of Louisville, please don't pinch me
Real recognize real, and you don't convince me
When Stille come around, you gon' turn to mince meat
Ain't no walking 'round me, can't circumvent me
Ole' shooter still got it like Dirk Nowitzki
Put you in a blunt like a herb dispensary
Haul you up outta here like I work for Penske
I don't care what you on
I'm just tryin' to do me while I smoke this joint
Ain't tryin' to small talk, nigga, what's the point?
Life's too short, somewhere I was goin'...
Mindin' my business, 9 in the mornin'
Before I yawn, thank the Lord for this moment
You only live once, I got no time for phony
Just a microphone addict, rappin' songs in my attic...
I'mma always keep it Nappy 'til I have a heart attack
Only fact I recite is "No Static, Automatic"
And that's word to Greg Nice, it ain't worth the price
If you have to ask twice, then I'mma have to add it...
Nickel-and-dime'n ass niggas is average
Fuck ya two cents, I'm cut from a different fabric
Reap what you sow, see the thread is unraveling
Bring it from the abdomen and sing it like a javelin...
Shit so extravagant, somewhere eating mandarin
Two-stepping to violins, and mandolins
Where the drums at? Where my West Africans?
Plug me in, lit like a halogen
But don't mind me 'cause I'm just blues-travelin'
With a bunch of rappin' friends headed up to Maryland
Eh... ehhh, some say it's a caravan
They won't let us all in, fuck your establishment
They still snorin', Jack
I'ma make it so them boys can't afford to nap
I'm bored with rap, but still can't ignore the fact
That my pen is iller (peninsula) like a Florida map
Best believe the checks gon' get collected
Stackin' up from my investments, shit is Tetris
Fools who wanna be reckless got a death wish
Please don't end up neckless for a necklace
Ambidextrous, I'm cookin' up with the left wrist
Muah, chef's kiss, this is breakfast
Yes, it's the G to the R to the I to the P
He spit the bars, make a blind nigga see
Think really hard 'fore colliding with me
Got Gs in the squad that'll slide for the free
The maestro, I'm who they tryna be
They spit my flow, I should charge a finder's fee
Like whoa, my throat where the diamonds be
Stray Society, we a dynasty
Bitch, I been on a roll like Meineke
And it's still middle finger to sobriety
If I go, then I won't go quietly
You gon' die with me, I got the fire with me
I done seen too many niggas die violently
Whole east side gon' ride with me
From a newborn to near pushin' 50
Wish I could have all my kinfolks with me
Trying to be free and being poor restricts me
Toot your own horn, but don't blow too quickly
As a young kid, I let info miss me
Now I'm making up, got info hit me
I'm straight from Middle GA 'til them folks convict me
"It was all a dream," and that's a quote from Biggie
Dreamin' of Louisville, please don't pinch me
Real recognize real, and you don't convince me
When Stille come around, you gon' turn to mince meat
Ain't no walking 'round me, can't circumvent me
Ole' shooter still got it like Dirk Nowitzki
Put you in a blunt like a herb dispensary
Haul you up outta here like I work for Penske
I don't care what you on
I'm just tryin' to do me while I smoke this joint
Ain't tryin' to small talk, nigga, what's the point?
Life's too short, somewhere I was goin'...
Mindin' my business, 9 in the mornin'
Before I yawn, thank the Lord for this moment
You only live once, I got no time for phony
Just a microphone addict, rappin' songs in my attic...
I'mma always keep it Nappy 'til I have a heart attack
Only fact I recite is "No Static, Automatic"
And that's word to Greg Nice, it ain't worth the price
If you have to ask twice, then I'mma have to add it...
Nickel-and-dime'n ass niggas is average
Fuck ya two cents, I'm cut from a different fabric
Reap what you sow, see the thread is unraveling
Bring it from the abdomen and sing it like a javelin...
Shit so extravagant, somewhere eating mandarin
Two-stepping to violins, and mandolins
Where the drums at? Where my West Africans?
Plug me in, lit like a halogen
But don't mind me 'cause I'm just blues-travelin'
With a bunch of rappin' friends headed up to Maryland
Eh... ehhh, some say it's a caravan
They won't let us all in, fuck your establishment
They still snorin', Jack
I'ma make it so them boys can't afford to nap
I'm bored with rap, but still can't ignore the fact
That my pen is iller (peninsula) like a Florida map
Best believe the checks gon' get collected
Stackin' up from my investments, shit is Tetris
Fools who wanna be reckless got a death wish
Please don't end up neckless for a necklace
Ambidextrous, I'm cookin' up with the left wrist
Muah, chef's kiss, this is breakfast
Yes, it's the G to the R to the I to the P
He spit the bars, make a blind nigga see
Think really hard 'fore colliding with me
Got Gs in the squad that'll slide for the free
The maestro, I'm who they tryna be
They spit my flow, I should charge a finder's fee
Like whoa, my throat where the diamonds be
Stray Society, we a dynasty
Bitch, I been on a roll like Meineke
And it's still middle finger to sobriety
If I go, then I won't go quietly
You gon' die with me, I got the fire with me
I done seen too many niggas die violently
Whole east side gon' ride with me
