Living This Life Lyrics
| Song | Living This Life |
| Artist | UGK |
| Album | Underground Kingz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lord, it's so hard, living this life | |
| A constant struggle each and everyday | |
| Some wonder why | |
| I'd rather die | |
| Than to continue living this way | |
| Uh, I don't wanna do this no mo' | |
| But dis the only thang that | |
| I knowI keep a pistol in my back and a gauge on the flo' | |
| The laws and the jackers wanna kick in my do' | |
| I'm a D-boy, didn't graduate | |
| But I got | |
| Ph.D from | |
| Pimp State | |
| And I got a | |
| Master's Degree in movin' weight | |
| And my people dependin' on me but they gon' be straight | |
| Uh, I wanna go to service | |
| But I ain't been in so long, kinda make me feel nervous' | |
| Cause they be lookin' at me funny | |
| Watchin' the plate when | |
| I tithe put in my money | |
| I don't wanna go back to that hell | |
| Rather be dead than doin' life in a jail cell | |
| Die young, oh well, | |
| I had a good life | |
| They rappin' 'bout it but | |
| I'm out here payin' the price | |
| Lord, it's so hard living this life | |
| A constant struggle each and everyday | |
| Some wonder why | |
| I'd rather die | |
| Than to continue living this way | |
| I wake up out of bed, right after the crack of dawn | |
| And I give myself a stretch up, a mornin’ yawn | |
| And see, I'm a pawn in this neighborhood chess game | |
| Move one step at a time, long as the | |
| Lord bless me | |
| I know the rest aim high, | |
| I'm tryin' to aim it higher | |
| Watchin' the lames aspire to street success, mayne | |
| They tryin' to flame the fire but that's like wettin' water | |
| You either burnt or washed out, so get in order | |
| Everyday it's gettin' harder to fuck with the flow | |
| I'm tryin' to keep all of my motherfuckin' ducks in a row | |
| I gotta see a man 'bout a dog and sell him a cat | |
| If you don't know, then you don't know, dat's dat | |
| Shit, a dollar outta fifteen cents, | |
| I got a dime | |
| Tryin' to hustle up my way to a million, | |
| I gotta grind | |
| Walkin' the line like cash, | |
| I'm on my mash | |
| Two hundred yards behind in a hundred yard dash | |
| Lord, it's so hard, living this life | |
| A constant struggle each and everyday | |
| Some wonder why | |
| I'd rather die | |
| Than to continue living this way | |
| Lord, I'm sittin' here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes shut | |
| Askin' You to watch over me, no matter what | |
| Even though | |
| I ain't too well behaved, | |
| I'm still a child of | |
| YouAnd faith in my | |
| Holy Father is all that keep me smilin' | |
| Through the bad times and worse times, through it all | |
| When my head is hangin' low, | |
| You help me to stand tall | |
| The only way | |
| I'ma ball, the only way | |
| I'ma shine | |
| Is if You lookin' after me while | |
| I'm out here on the grind | |
| Uh, I know you bless the child that go get it | |
| I'm the product of the ghetto, the flame of the city | |
| So I talk the language of the ave’ | |
| Forgive my dirty mouth, please, | |
| I'm whippin' slabs | |
| Fifties, quarters and the whole thangs | |
| Balance in my life on the fo' beam | |
| And I need codeine just to stay sane | |
| I'm steady prayin' to | |
| You but I don't know | |
| Your real name | |
| Knahmtalkinbout? | |
| But I'm under the impression that if your heart is in the right place | |
| Your prayers gon' get heard anyway | |
| So some say | |
| Jah Jah, some say | |
| AllahSome say | |
| Jesus, some say | |
| Yeshua Ben'ta, knahmalkinbout? | |
| Ay man, I just look like this, man, knahmtalkinbout? | |
| I ain't get this far bein' no square man | |
| You wanna hide some'n from black folks | |
| They say you can put it in a book, | |
| I don't believe that' | |
| Cause I done read fo' libraries worth of books | |
| I got some knowledge y'all need to get up on, mayne | |
| But hold a pair of hearts, knahmtalkinbout? | |
| For they laws and power, knahmsayin? | |
| The art of war | |
| The secret societies of | |
| America, knahmtalkinbout? | |
| Everythang ain't what it look like, man | |
| And don't judge every book by its cover, ya dig? | |
| Hold up |
| Lord, it' s so hard, living this life | |
| A constant struggle each and everyday | |
| Some wonder why | |
| I' d rather die | |
| Than to continue living this way | |
| Uh, I don' t wanna do this no mo' | |
| But dis the only thang that | |
| I knowI keep a pistol in my back and a gauge on the flo' | |
| The laws and the jackers wanna kick in my do' | |
| I' m a Dboy, didn' t graduate | |
| But I got | |
| Ph. D from | |
| Pimp State | |
| And I got a | |
| Master' s Degree in movin' weight | |
| And my people dependin' on me but they gon' be straight | |
| Uh, I wanna go to service | |
| But I ain' t been in so long, kinda make me feel nervous' | |
| Cause they be lookin' at me funny | |
| Watchin' the plate when | |
| I tithe put in my money | |
| I don' t wanna go back to that hell | |
| Rather be dead than doin' life in a jail cell | |
| Die young, oh well, | |
| I had a good life | |
| They rappin' ' bout it but | |
| I' m out here payin' the price | |
| Lord, it' s so hard living this life | |
| A constant struggle each and everyday | |
| Some wonder why | |
| I' d rather die | |
| Than to continue living this way | |
| I wake up out of bed, right after the crack of dawn | |
| And I give myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawn | |
| And see, I' m a pawn in this neighborhood chess game | |
| Move one step at a time, long as the | |
| Lord bless me | |
| I know the rest aim high, | |
| I' m tryin' to aim it higher | |
| Watchin' the lames aspire to street success, mayne | |
| They tryin' to flame the fire but that' s like wettin' water | |
| You either burnt or washed out, so get in order | |
| Everyday it' s gettin' harder to fuck with the flow | |
| I' m tryin' to keep all of my motherfuckin' ducks in a row | |
| I gotta see a man ' bout a dog and sell him a cat | |
| If you don' t know, then you don' t know, dat' s dat | |
| Shit, a dollar outta fifteen cents, | |
| I got a dime | |
| Tryin' to hustle up my way to a million, | |
| I gotta grind | |
| Walkin' the line like cash, | |
| I' m on my mash | |
| Two hundred yards behind in a hundred yard dash | |
| Lord, it' s so hard, living this life | |
| A constant struggle each and everyday | |
| Some wonder why | |
| I' d rather die | |
| Than to continue living this way | |
| Lord, I' m sittin' here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes shut | |
| Askin' You to watch over me, no matter what | |
| Even though | |
| I ain' t too well behaved, | |
| I' m still a child of | |
| YouAnd faith in my | |
| Holy Father is all that keep me smilin' | |
| Through the bad times and worse times, through it all | |
| When my head is hangin' low, | |
| You help me to stand tall | |
| The only way | |
| I' ma ball, the only way | |
| I' ma shine | |
| Is if You lookin' after me while | |
| I' m out here on the grind | |
| Uh, I know you bless the child that go get it | |
| I' m the product of the ghetto, the flame of the city | |
| So I talk the language of the ave' | |
| Forgive my dirty mouth, please, | |
| I' m whippin' slabs | |
| Fifties, quarters and the whole thangs | |
| Balance in my life on the fo' beam | |
| And I need codeine just to stay sane | |
| I' m steady prayin' to | |
| You but I don' t know | |
| Your real name | |
| Knahmtalkinbout? | |
| But I' m under the impression that if your heart is in the right place | |
| Your prayers gon' get heard anyway | |
| So some say | |
| Jah Jah, some say | |
| AllahSome say | |
| Jesus, some say | |
| Yeshua Ben' ta, knahmalkinbout? | |
| Ay man, I just look like this, man, knahmtalkinbout? | |
| I ain' t get this far bein' no square man | |
| You wanna hide some' n from black folks | |
| They say you can put it in a book, | |
| I don' t believe that' | |
| Cause I done read fo' libraries worth of books | |
| I got some knowledge y' all need to get up on, mayne | |
| But hold a pair of hearts, knahmtalkinbout? | |
| For they laws and power, knahmsayin? | |
| The art of war | |
| The secret societies of | |
| America, knahmtalkinbout? | |
| Everythang ain' t what it look like, man | |
| And don' t judge every book by its cover, ya dig? | |
| Hold up |
| Lord, it' s so hard, living this life | |
| A constant struggle each and everyday | |
| Some wonder why | |
| I' d rather die | |
| Than to continue living this way | |
| Uh, I don' t wanna do this no mo' | |
| But dis the only thang that | |
| I knowI keep a pistol in my back and a gauge on the flo' | |
| The laws and the jackers wanna kick in my do' | |
| I' m a Dboy, didn' t graduate | |
| But I got | |
| Ph. D from | |
| Pimp State | |
| And I got a | |
| Master' s Degree in movin' weight | |
| And my people dependin' on me but they gon' be straight | |
| Uh, I wanna go to service | |
| But I ain' t been in so long, kinda make me feel nervous' | |
| Cause they be lookin' at me funny | |
| Watchin' the plate when | |
| I tithe put in my money | |
| I don' t wanna go back to that hell | |
| Rather be dead than doin' life in a jail cell | |
| Die young, oh well, | |
| I had a good life | |
| They rappin' ' bout it but | |
| I' m out here payin' the price | |
| Lord, it' s so hard living this life | |
| A constant struggle each and everyday | |
| Some wonder why | |
| I' d rather die | |
| Than to continue living this way | |
| I wake up out of bed, right after the crack of dawn | |
| And I give myself a stretch up, a mornin' yawn | |
| And see, I' m a pawn in this neighborhood chess game | |
| Move one step at a time, long as the | |
| Lord bless me | |
| I know the rest aim high, | |
| I' m tryin' to aim it higher | |
| Watchin' the lames aspire to street success, mayne | |
| They tryin' to flame the fire but that' s like wettin' water | |
| You either burnt or washed out, so get in order | |
| Everyday it' s gettin' harder to fuck with the flow | |
| I' m tryin' to keep all of my motherfuckin' ducks in a row | |
| I gotta see a man ' bout a dog and sell him a cat | |
| If you don' t know, then you don' t know, dat' s dat | |
| Shit, a dollar outta fifteen cents, | |
| I got a dime | |
| Tryin' to hustle up my way to a million, | |
| I gotta grind | |
| Walkin' the line like cash, | |
| I' m on my mash | |
| Two hundred yards behind in a hundred yard dash | |
| Lord, it' s so hard, living this life | |
| A constant struggle each and everyday | |
| Some wonder why | |
| I' d rather die | |
| Than to continue living this way | |
| Lord, I' m sittin' here on bended knee, my hands locked, eyes shut | |
| Askin' You to watch over me, no matter what | |
| Even though | |
| I ain' t too well behaved, | |
| I' m still a child of | |
| YouAnd faith in my | |
| Holy Father is all that keep me smilin' | |
| Through the bad times and worse times, through it all | |
| When my head is hangin' low, | |
| You help me to stand tall | |
| The only way | |
| I' ma ball, the only way | |
| I' ma shine | |
| Is if You lookin' after me while | |
| I' m out here on the grind | |
| Uh, I know you bless the child that go get it | |
| I' m the product of the ghetto, the flame of the city | |
| So I talk the language of the ave' | |
| Forgive my dirty mouth, please, | |
| I' m whippin' slabs | |
| Fifties, quarters and the whole thangs | |
| Balance in my life on the fo' beam | |
| And I need codeine just to stay sane | |
| I' m steady prayin' to | |
| You but I don' t know | |
| Your real name | |
| Knahmtalkinbout? | |
| But I' m under the impression that if your heart is in the right place | |
| Your prayers gon' get heard anyway | |
| So some say | |
| Jah Jah, some say | |
| AllahSome say | |
| Jesus, some say | |
| Yeshua Ben' ta, knahmalkinbout? | |
| Ay man, I just look like this, man, knahmtalkinbout? | |
| I ain' t get this far bein' no square man | |
| You wanna hide some' n from black folks | |
| They say you can put it in a book, | |
| I don' t believe that' | |
| Cause I done read fo' libraries worth of books | |
| I got some knowledge y' all need to get up on, mayne | |
| But hold a pair of hearts, knahmtalkinbout? | |
| For they laws and power, knahmsayin? | |
| The art of war | |
| The secret societies of | |
| America, knahmtalkinbout? | |
| Everythang ain' t what it look like, man | |
| And don' t judge every book by its cover, ya dig? | |
| Hold up |
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