Issues Life Of A Nine
Heart broken, throat is swollen.
Street walking, loss of hope.
Fresh wounds, old scars you've chosen.
Thirsty for a taste of you.
She's a mothafuckin' five living the life of a nine,
And thinking that she's a bad bitch, chick is a savage.
Eatin' the bullshit of every player that's grabbing, yeah.
I guess if you're in love with the streets, then you'll die in the sheets,
With the coke on your chest and his lips on your cheek.
Play it up for me, cause no one here can see,
All of your schemes so it's more like a dream.
Whoa, ooh la la la
You can be all that you see when you lie to your mirror.
It's not the way to do it.
Can you hear the sound of your heartbeat bumpin' so loud
In his car when you're hitting the town, getting around?
Sounds so empty, but you pop another pill so you won't feel guilty.
You know the routine, cause when you get lit every guy is the man of your dreams.
It's so surreal when VIP's on her knees.
Yeah, she's a mothafuckin' five living the life of a nine,
And caught up in the traffic of midnight madness.
If only there was a way to let go of the passion,
For her stiletto complex, in her trap-house fashion.
Wanna get in the game? what is your name? wanna have fame?
But in retrospect you're just like your mother you'll never win,
You'll never change!
Play it up for me, cause no one here can see,
All of your schemes so it's more like a dream.
Whoa, ooh la la la
You can be all that you see when you lie to your mirror.
Pretend that you live for this moment,
Be sure how you live it is worth every breath.
Pretend that you live for this moment (for this moment),
Be sure how you live it is worth every breath.
