ScHoolBoy Q - Live Again lyrics

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Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

Living off that bad shit, that shoot shit, that stab shit

Rock a flag and don't give a fuck about U.S flag shit

George Bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Motherfucking 8 balls, til' we live at the pool hall

And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch

That's my surroundings in Compton, have common sense

Smell death in the air, around here, that's a common scent

You know the gunpowder

You know when your homie barely blink, he just done powder

Only at seventeen

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I try my best to stay focused and hope the city love me

Pray it's not lust, cause if it is, I'd be death in a month

Lord forbid, for the good kid

They took his life

She want her baby back, like a cooked rib

But that's the just life, where I'm from

If there's a shining star

Hope my city is not too far

So we can live again

See, where I come from is hard

Hope all over again, we can start

So we can live again, so we can live again

I've seen this young'un on the train, I had to pick his brain

He said he on his way uptown to get a brick of caine'

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

He needed a change, so I gave him fifty cent

He looked up at me like I was crazy, I said listen man

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Just cause you change what you pitching, don't make the difference

You gotta get off the mound, and put the game down

Petty thoughts could keep your brain down

I leave you with that jewel, go get the chain now

And put it together

You see coming up, we ain't have that shit to keep our mind focused

I love Mike, but it was a hassle trying to buy Jordans

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

To get a pair, niggas killed him right in front the mall

So all the hustling for nothing man

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him

Like fuck it man

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

A mother's son dead, was killed by some kids popped

Shots, they back and forth

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

No idols, bunch of them read bibles

Allies that turned to rivals, niggas turned street disciples

Smokers get high as Effiels

Addicted to being fiends

Because of the feds as pledge to let our plans spread

Tiny this and if and that if they banging back

Because they

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Rats get mouse trapped

Can't afford to wishing

But hit a lick I bet I earn crack, I heard that

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

All the time with this Glock of mines

Swear to God man it ain't a rhyme, I grind for a piece of mine

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