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Saba – Life Lyrics

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Saba

Life Lyrics by 

[Verse 1]
I got angels running ‘way, I got demons hunting me
I know ‘Pac was 25, I know Jesus 33
I tell death to keep a distance, I think he obsessed with me
I say “God, that’s the one,” I know she would die for me
They want a barcode on my wrist
To auction off the kids that don’t fit their description of a utopia “black”
Like a problem won’t exist if I just don’t exist
If I grew up without a single pot to p–s in
Pardon me for venting
Congress got the nerve to call itself religious
Rich just getting richer, we just tryna live our life

[Hook/Chorus]
Momma mixed the vodka with the sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on a road
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them would get along
Momma begging him for winter [clothes/coats?]
I was chilling with my n—-s (?)
Now they tryna take his

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[Post-Hook/Chorus]

Life don’t mean s–t to a n—a that ain’t never had s–t, yuh
Light don’t mean lit in the dark, fight don’t mean fists, ooh
Eyes don’t see, eyes don’t see, ice don’t freeze
Light don’t leave, I don’t mean lie to me

[Bridge]
Tell me I’ll be okay, tell me I’ll be a (?)
Tell me that she my bae, that I won’t be alone
Tell ’em I’ll be okay, when I lost my (?)
Tell ’em that we the same, tell em’ that we not safe

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[Verse 2]
I got my grandaddy soul, I’m at war that’s on my mind
I seen Walter buy that coat, wish I could switch it with mine
I’m not worried bout no rap s–t, distractions or wasted times
I still go to social functions even though I’m so anti
No I’m no Rihanna, the cork (?)
To throw it like Donovan, down a bit
I just been modeling my whole career as a (?)
Studio monitors shaking, I raise the apartments
I’m bonded with profit, I made what I made, and allot it
Amount of time that’s in my mind the time you was watching
So stop comparing me to people, no I am not them
A lot of people dream until they s–t or get sh-(gunshot)
That’s life

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[Hook/Chorus]
Momma mixed the vodka with the sprite
They killed my cousin with a pocket knife
While my uncle on the phone
He was gone for more than half my life
He got out a year and then he died
I was on a road
Talking to my father on the phone
Left the city when I was just four
None of them would get along
Momma begging him for winter [clothes/coats?]
I was chilling with my n—-s (?)
Now they tryna take his life

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