(I've Had) the Time of My Life

歌詞

Yea Shit Damn Step Brothers They shooting up movies They shooting up schools Young black fools Ain't the only ones that suit up with tools Exercising my 2nd amendment and pleading the fifth With A fifth This my second this Remy I drink, I don't sip And the reason is this It's fucked up out here So we out here fucked up If you make it out then you lucked up Trying to save ourselves coming from What we raised ourselves Stuck between a rock and a hard place with the razor and scale Turn wine back to grapes and it's raising hell Breaking down bales Just to make bail Catching sells off a cell until you in a cell I'm just trying to prevail But only time will tell Well, niggas telling over time It ain't no telling I ain't lying Ain't trying to go out like my homies did I keep that on me and I put that on my homies kid Wonder if I gonna be missed If I did a lonely bid Got homies in the pen who only focus keeping a phone hid I respect the time I keep my sneaks on tight Head-on collision hope the seat belt right though Might be locked up tomorrow but we free tonight Praying to god I get a leash on life Leash on tight Only right that we know And please don't judge us for the path we chose Looking up to heaven; no one sending me signs Only if this was a movie I would press the rewind He got that strap in his bag See he get bullied at school Young nigga shot dead in his class He put his school on the news Now put yourself in his shoes Walking away didn't help He got no friends to defend him He got to fend for his self And he to skinny to fight Running away just ain't cutting it His daddy ain't home His momma still struggling She juggle three jobs And get no help from the government You don't know nothing about him But you trying to sucker him Heart of a giant I'm sorry he will never back down And they gonna keep pick on him till one day he blacks out And reach in that book bag and he pull that mag out Now he get the last laugh and you're just the class clown Tool on deck Yes I can't help that When momma was stressing I hit my block like a tailback See we trying to make it don't got no suits Just got cases And I need more than this dope money to leave to my babies I respect the time I keep my sneaks on tight Head-on collision hope seat belt right though Might be locked up tomorrow but we free tonight Praying to god I get a leash on life Leash on tight Only right we know And please don't judge us for the path we chose Looking up to heaven; no one sending me signs Only if this was a movie I would press the rewind Step Brothers