Yung Mally - Life Gets Crazy Lyrics

Aye
Back to the past Futurama
Rappers need to learn diorama
All my shooters morphed caterpillars
I think you fake niggas need a new writer
Old school yeah I’m teachin the class
I pop quiz they ass
And when I rap it’s so whack
But nah I ain’t got the time nah I ain’t the type to be up in a fistfight
Honestly I’m just tryna be one of them greats
Like 2Pac and get guap and still make
Music that simplifies my whole life
The air’s thin my own string is on a kite
Moved down to West V cause my Dad’s coke
Mom said we’ll be fine we’ll still cope
From gunshots and choke marks but no rope
Depression should I mention suicide note
Ibuprofen and Aspirin to help numb the pain
People love to assume abolish all the hate
People thought I was fake I really live great
That’s why Daddy gets high and nearly kills me
Fuck your perfect livin and your agriculture
I spit bricks upon it like I’m buildin walls
Trumpkin the pumpkin gonna kill us all
While his pornstar sucks his little seeds off
Insanely I’m a patient
Mental discrimination
Meditation for my mind
Medicine it keeps me high
I do it all the time
I just wanna die
May 18th here lies
Another black guy
Cause life gets crazy
Life gets crazy
No one’s here to save me so my life gets crazy
Life gets crazy
Life gets crazy
No one’s here to save me so my life gets crazy damn
But we keep on movin yeah
We always stay grindin yeah
Music in my septum yeah
It helps my passion yeah
You know we keep movin yeah
We always stay grindin yeah
Music in my septum yeah
All the cards are delt with
Cause life gets crazy
Life gets crazy
No one’s here to save me so my life gets crazy damn
Life gets crazy
Life gets crazy
No one’s here to save me so my life gets crazy damn
Back to the past Futurama
Rappers need to learn diorama
All my shooters morphed caterpillars
I think you fake niggas need a new writer
Old school yeah I’m teachin the class
I pop quiz they ass
And when I rap it’s so whack
But nah I ain’t got the time nah I ain’t the type to be up in a fistfight

Aye
Back to the past Futurama
Rappers need to learn diorama
All my shooters morphed caterpillars
I think you fake niggas need a new writer
Old school yeah I’m teachin the class
I pop quiz they ass
And when I rap it’s so whack
But nah I ain’t got the time nah I ain’t the type to be up in a fistfight
Honestly I’m just tryna be one of them greats
Like 2Pac and get guap and still make
Music that simplifies my whole life
The air’s thin my own string is on a kite
Moved down to West V cause my Dad’s coke
Mom said we’ll be fine we’ll still cope
From gunshots and choke marks but no rope
Depression should I mention suicide note
Ibuprofen and Aspirin to help numb the pain
People love to assume abolish all the hate
People thought I was fake I really live great
That’s why Daddy gets high and nearly kills me
Fuck your perfect livin and your agriculture
I spit bricks upon it like I’m buildin walls
Trumpkin the pumpkin gonna kill us all
While his pornstar sucks his little seeds off
Insanely I’m a patient
Mental discrimination
Meditation for my mind
Medicine it keeps me high
I do it all the time
I just wanna die
May 18th here lies
Another black guy
Cause life gets crazy
Life gets crazy
No one’s here to save me so my life gets crazy
Life gets crazy
Life gets crazy
No one’s here to save me so my life gets crazy damn
But we keep on movin yeah
We always stay grindin yeah
Music in my septum yeah
It helps my passion yeah
You know we keep movin yeah
We always stay grindin yeah
Music in my septum yeah
All the cards are delt with
Cause life gets crazy
Life gets crazy
No one’s here to save me so my life gets crazy damn
Life gets crazy
Life gets crazy
No one’s here to save me so my life gets crazy damn
Back to the past Futurama
Rappers need to learn diorama
All my shooters morphed caterpillars
I think you fake niggas need a new writer
Old school yeah I’m teachin the class
I pop quiz they ass
And when I rap it’s so whack
But nah I ain’t got the time nah I ain’t the type to be up in a fistfight