Young Gunz Lyrics

Album: Tough Luv

Life We Chose Lyrics

(feat. Denim)

 [Intro: Young Chris]

 Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh

 Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef

 It's real shit

 North of Death, home of Philly

 Uh, chea uh

 

 [Verse 1: Young Chris]

 Lights is gettin' dimmer

 Nights gettin' colder

 Lost three of my soldiers

 Life feel like it's over

 Unloadin' there's somethin' in my way

 They'll never take me alive

 I got somethin' on the way

 I'ma survive I'ma try to do straight

 Try to make it alive, be around for that due date

 But it's hard, niggaz hatin' em hard

 That loss hurt to the heart

 But still they say it's they fault, we blame y'all

 Nigga how, nigga please

 It's still on baby

 Tell them niggaz had they still off safety

 What about them other fake dudes that he grew up wit

 Elementary middle school up wit

 Man them niggaz was there ain't move yet

 I'm startin' to think they had somethin' to do wit it

 I used to think them niggaz was scared

 It's lookin' a little shaky now

 Niggaz happy his little brother's laughin', his mother hate me now

 

 [Chorus: Denim]

 Even though it hurts some days

 This is the game we chose to play

 Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay

 Now a bullet ain't got no aim

 And y'all know bullets ain't got no name

 But this is the life we chose

 And it will never change

 

 [Verse 2: Neef]

 Everyday we reminisce about that three day trip

 Same night that we left, got a call you hit

 Thought you was still wit us, aimed at me that he flipped

 Got a call from my peaches found out where you was hit

 Three hit himself who missed him and you just a couple inches

 You don't know how much you miss him, bullshittin' in the kitchen

 Ninety percent fist fights leadin' to them slammers

 But lil' Drake ain't understand until one of them niggaz vanish

 This rap shit is crazy but believe me I'ma try

 Whether happened or not homie I got lil' five

 And with the real ones I'ma slice my pies

 As you would of wanted, man I'm so sick to my stomach

 That you ain't around enjoyin' the fruits of our labors

 Shit's about to get major, and these niggaz really hate us

 Around for nothin' givin' me teeth and palms

 Man I don't pay 'em no mind, just try to focus and rhyme ya know

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3: Young Chris]

 Aunt Peaches that's where you can reach us

 Cook out every other til' they took a nigga brother

 Love ya like a brother so I try to take ya brother

 And he be on some other shit, I be tryin' to tell 'em man

 I seen how you feel

 He had intentions on killin' my big brother

 Just to let me see how he feel

 Tellin' me his life over fuckin' cops

 They know they after, run before they catch him he got people to kill

 That boy crazy, he got people for real

 He gone wind up layin' somewhere peaceful for real

 Like he the only one goin' through the pain

 Like his mom and Aunt Peaches ain't goin' through the same

 Cool one minute, then he goin' through a change

 I don't need that around, keep the heaters around

 Just like the rest of the niggaz that I leave in the town

 So I separate myself, I look better wit myself

 

 [Repeat Chorus]