What's happenin', man This T.I.P., you know I'd like to dedicate this song to anybody who done ever lost somebody To the grave, to the streets, to the jail cell I done been in situations where I done had to cope with all three You know what I'm saying? I feel like the only thing I ain't done yet is died, you know But it ain't how I live while I'm here It's how I live when I leave, ya dig?
[Chorus] Life's up and downs, they come and go But when I die, I hope I live in the sky All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky Pray to God when I die that I live in the sky It's true what goes around comes back, you know So when I die, I hope I live in the sky All my folk who ain't survive, may they live in the sky Tell God I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky
My cousin Toot ain't have to die right in front of his son and his wife He lost his life struggling over a gun Give a damn what he done, that's my motherfucking folk And I love that nigga to death, no motherfucking joke I can feel my eyes feelin' the lord is my witness If I catch 'em, I'm a kill em I made it my business Back in the day you stayed in my business Taught me I ain't have to incorporate yay in my business Coincidentally that's why today you not wit' me My cousin died over some yay, and I miss him Plus he had his family out, let's say she the eye witness But her boyfriend did the shooting judge gave a life sentence I heard that, now I'm dressed up in all black Shot up the whole apartments and still ain't brought back The best friend I had in Jamel, I lost that I guess your death was a lesson in life; it taught me that
Never seen a nigga go to jail and sleep till day two Well, that's how sick I was when Jayrue Found out the hard way that wasn't powder that they were tootin' Overdosed on heroin, died at twenty-two If you ain't heard about your daughter, she smile just like you So cute, even resorts to violence like you You know ya baby mama loose, but, ha, what can you do? And I got four myself Yeah, it's been a few Now everything I do is for king, messiah, Dazasha, Demonte Tell them lord they all I got, so please don't take 'em from me From me standin' in the trap wit' Qerin and Sir Kap Laughin' at the niggas who serve with no strap Tell them niggas, man, y'all trippin' wit' no maps Get robbed and that's the part where my pistol ain't no help Me, you, and the crew just fell out over dough and a little crack Never could apologize 'cause you died; that's why they say that
I bet you niggas think I'm living it up Till you see polices laughing as they pickin' me up Went from seeing how many bitches I can fit in the truck To three hots and a cot; is you kidding or what? Fuck how many millions I got, nigga, so what if I'm hot When I got prices on my head, Feds rushing my spot A million haters want me dead, forced to carry a gat But you's a seven time felon, what you doing with that? It's a Catch 22, either you lose or lose That's the way the game structured for real niggas to suffer And I ain't never been a busta, always stood on my feet Like a man prepared to take whatever coming for me A pussy nigga or polices wit' a warrant for me I'm a "G" prepared to die for what's important to me Look anybody in the eye who say he want it wit' me Put up the house and bet the odds if coming from me OG's say I need to learn to be patient You telling me wit' these seven years of probation Pistol charges, and a host of other open cases If niggas only knew the kind of time I was facing I tried to keep to myself but sometimes I couldn't take it Got four kids, the smiles on they faces Mean more to me than my crown and my bracelet Take that away from me and my life is butt naked