| Song | Life |
| Artist | J. Dash |
| Album | Tabloid Truth |
| I guess this is the fade and 11 pounds I weigh | |
| And I see these people talking but I don’t know what there sayin’ | |
| I see my arms moving but I don’t have control | |
| Feels like I’ve been here before and they just recycled my soul | |
| Cuz I ain’t been here long, yet I still understand | |
| How to do things like grab what evers in the palm of my hand | |
| Doctors put me in a cell I thought I’d never get out | |
| Until a couple people scooped me took my back to their hours | |
| It was then I started learning what this place was about | |
| When I’m alone in a room, sometimes I stare at the wall | |
| But I got tired of that and so I started to crawl | |
| Crawling that turned in to walking, walking to running to ballin’ ballin’ | |
| And playin’ with the other kids till mama was calling for me | |
| To come inside, run inside, trip on the curb | |
| Skin my knee on the pavement and said some horrible words that I hears | |
| From the other little kids around the corner of the block | |
| Mama heard me I got popped, so I stopped | |
| Or maybe I just learned how not to get caught | |
| Something strange tell me why everything is starting to change | |
| I guess this life ain’t all about chasing material things | |
| It’s about pleasing me, me it’s all about mine | |
| I would do anything just to make that dime | |
| Shouldn’t ever see her pulling out that dime | |
| It never woud’ve made me wanna choose that grind | |
| Now I’m feeling like everybodys out to get me | |
| Gangbangers took me in, | |
| Now the hoods ridin’ with me | |
| And I’m living in the fast lane | |
| Gotta make that fast change | |
| Cuz time change quick… | |
| Ask Mike Vick | |
| Now my rides clean | |
| I’m only seventeen | |
| Pockets on creatine | |
| I’m on top of the world | |
| I’m in the club free | |
| All in VIP | |
| All drinks on me | |
| I’m on top of your girl | |
| I got a lotta funds | |
| Enjoy the young guns | |
| So I can sit back | |
| And get the kick back | |
| Fell like I’m missin’ something | |
| So I bought some more stuff | |
| Money, jewelry, houses, cars | |
| Women, still it ain’t enough | |
| I gotta get more | |
| g-gotta get more | |
| because the TV says | |
| I need more greed more | |
| Moneyyy! Cocaine | |
| Moneyyy! Ball out | |
| Moneyyy! Baby momma | |
| So I crank it up! | |
| I made a little money than I made a bit more | |
| With the money that I made from the day before | |
| And I ain’t ever had this kind of pay before | |
| And these models ain’t never gave me play before | |
| Cuz I’m on spaceship gone | |
| I’m so gone I forgot my home | |
| Didn’t even notice cuz of all that chrome | |
| And can’t nobody touch it cuz I’m in my zone | |
| So now I’m in the club chillin’ out one night | |
| Broad came in with a dress so tight | |
| Swag on check game split just right | |
| Yada yada yada now she’s my wife | |
| 10 years greater and 3 jits later | |
| I’m still makin hits kocnick out these haterz | |
| God pullin’ at me but I’ll try that later | |
| Cuz I’m livin’ on the darkside runnin’ like the pharcyde | |
| (hah) took a breath, now I’m back at it | |
| Didn’t mention that I picked up a cigarette habit | |
| And it got a little harder to breath (gasp) | |
| Doc say I gotta disease (gasp) | |
| Smoke! Smoke! I need that to cope | |
| Cuz life still cold if u ain’t got hope | |
| The world is a stage so try not to choke | |
| My swag done got so perfect | |
| That I feel like I’m surfin’ | |
| I sold my soul to Earth | |
| And I wonder if it’s worth it | |
| Cigarettes are testing me | |
| And they gone get the best of me | |
| Baby mama stressing me | |
| And I thought god was blessin’ me | |
| This ain’t what I thought of | |
| When iwas getting caught up | |
| In that terry benedict | |
| Ain’t nobody benefit | |
| All my life was filled with this | |
| Now my body feelin’ sick | |
| This as raw as feelings get | |
| And ain’t nobody feelin’ this | |
| I know god is real in this | |
| But ain’t nobody feelin’ this | |
| If I could do it all again | |
| I’d do it different | |
| I’d do it different | |
| I’d do it different | |
| If I could do it all again | |
| I’d do it different (is it over?) | |
| I’d do it different (is it over?) | |
| I’d do it different (is it over for me?) | |
| If I could do it all again | |
| I’d do it different (is it over?) | |
| I’d do it different (is it over?) | |
| I’d do it different (is it over for me?) |
| I guess this is the fade and 11 pounds I weigh | |
| And I see these people talking but I don' t know what there sayin' | |
| I see my arms moving but I don' t have control | |
| Feels like I' ve been here before and they just recycled my soul | |
| Cuz I ain' t been here long, yet I still understand | |
| How to do things like grab what evers in the palm of my hand | |
| Doctors put me in a cell I thought I' d never get out | |
| Until a couple people scooped me took my back to their hours | |
| It was then I started learning what this place was about | |
| When I' m alone in a room, sometimes I stare at the wall | |
| But I got tired of that and so I started to crawl | |
| Crawling that turned in to walking, walking to running to ballin' ballin' | |
| And playin' with the other kids till mama was calling for me | |
| To come inside, run inside, trip on the curb | |
| Skin my knee on the pavement and said some horrible words that I hears | |
| From the other little kids around the corner of the block | |
| Mama heard me I got popped, so I stopped | |
| Or maybe I just learned how not to get caught | |
| Something strange tell me why everything is starting to change | |
| I guess this life ain' t all about chasing material things | |
| It' s about pleasing me, me it' s all about mine | |
| I would do anything just to make that dime | |
| Shouldn' t ever see her pulling out that dime | |
| It never woud' ve made me wanna choose that grind | |
| Now I' m feeling like everybodys out to get me | |
| Gangbangers took me in, | |
| Now the hoods ridin' with me | |
| And I' m living in the fast lane | |
| Gotta make that fast change | |
| Cuz time change quick | |
| Ask Mike Vick | |
| Now my rides clean | |
| I' m only seventeen | |
| Pockets on creatine | |
| I' m on top of the world | |
| I' m in the club free | |
| All in VIP | |
| All drinks on me | |
| I' m on top of your girl | |
| I got a lotta funds | |
| Enjoy the young guns | |
| So I can sit back | |
| And get the kick back | |
| Fell like I' m missin' something | |
| So I bought some more stuff | |
| Money, jewelry, houses, cars | |
| Women, still it ain' t enough | |
| I gotta get more | |
| ggotta get more | |
| because the TV says | |
| I need more greed more | |
| Moneyyy! Cocaine | |
| Moneyyy! Ball out | |
| Moneyyy! Baby momma | |
| So I crank it up! | |
| I made a little money than I made a bit more | |
| With the money that I made from the day before | |
| And I ain' t ever had this kind of pay before | |
| And these models ain' t never gave me play before | |
| Cuz I' m on spaceship gone | |
| I' m so gone I forgot my home | |
| Didn' t even notice cuz of all that chrome | |
| And can' t nobody touch it cuz I' m in my zone | |
| So now I' m in the club chillin' out one night | |
| Broad came in with a dress so tight | |
| Swag on check game split just right | |
| Yada yada yada now she' s my wife | |
| 10 years greater and 3 jits later | |
| I' m still makin hits kocnick out these haterz | |
| God pullin' at me but I' ll try that later | |
| Cuz I' m livin' on the darkside runnin' like the pharcyde | |
| hah took a breath, now I' m back at it | |
| Didn' t mention that I picked up a cigarette habit | |
| And it got a little harder to breath gasp | |
| Doc say I gotta disease gasp | |
| Smoke! Smoke! I need that to cope | |
| Cuz life still cold if u ain' t got hope | |
| The world is a stage so try not to choke | |
| My swag done got so perfect | |
| That I feel like I' m surfin' | |
| I sold my soul to Earth | |
| And I wonder if it' s worth it | |
| Cigarettes are testing me | |
| And they gone get the best of me | |
| Baby mama stressing me | |
| And I thought god was blessin' me | |
| This ain' t what I thought of | |
| When iwas getting caught up | |
| In that terry benedict | |
| Ain' t nobody benefit | |
| All my life was filled with this | |
| Now my body feelin' sick | |
| This as raw as feelings get | |
| And ain' t nobody feelin' this | |
| I know god is real in this | |
| But ain' t nobody feelin' this | |
| If I could do it all again | |
| I' d do it different | |
| I' d do it different | |
| I' d do it different | |
| If I could do it all again | |
| I' d do it different is it over? | |
| I' d do it different is it over? | |
| I' d do it different is it over for me? | |
| If I could do it all again | |
| I' d do it different is it over? | |
| I' d do it different is it over? | |
| I' d do it different is it over for me? |