Big Sacc's - My Life Goes On lyrics

[Intro] Damn, life's a trip One day you there, one day you not So I guess I gotta do what I gotta do right? Life is crazy you know But we gotta ride Ride for all the loved ones That's here and that's gone Mausberg [Verse 1: Mausberg] Now I can remember waking up Broke as f** Same dirty-a** jeans and them to' a** Chucks Sweatshirt smelling like weed and dirt Cause I be roaming the streets, hella burnt Ain't got a haircut in five weeks n***as on the street be talking be talking bad about a n***a But I don't give a f**, cause I'm the muthaf**in' business Trials and tribs, they got a young n***a strong as f** Cause on the daily I've been having some bad luck Every b**h want a n***a with chips And I ain't got a dime, so my dick is on limp And it's a pity how a G gotta go through some sh** To get some fame in the game Consequences a b**h and it's a shame How the streets is corrupted f**in' up my black brothers Do or die on these streets to survive And can't no muthaf**a hold me back I strive for cheese, cause I done been there dog, and done that [Chorus] My life goes on and on and on My life goes on and on and on My life goes on and on and on My life goes on, on and on and on [Verse 2: Mausberg] 'Til d**h do us part, we gon' remain true n***as Blood is thicker than water, but I drank market's liquor Growin' up as a sho' to a full-time thug Elementary to high school, we both had love Comrades on the loose, ready to die for each other Packin' twin three-eighties because we more like brothers Do or die two times, that's what it's gon' take To stop me and my D-O-G from pursuing our paper chase Love for the homies like takin' a dirt plant But I'm talkin' to chosen fews, my right-hand mans We got the same mind state, riding mentality Getting to each other, best believe we gon' bug on flee We had our up and downs, but we got over it When sh** got deep, we got down and drunk a bottle Young a** n***as growin' up in the park The chronic gon' be sparked 'Til d**h do us part, I got love [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mausberg] Day by day, a n***a noticin' different thangs How to maintain and stay alive in this bloody game By being a young troop, my life is a dice game Could be a ballplayer, but chosen the rap game How can I step back, when time keeps steppin' on? Only a G, so a young n***as on his own, part-time Mother, father dead befo' a n***a born 1979, born in my own war Me against the world, leave these s**as right behind me Never sayin' f** the world cause heaven is my destiny How can I survive? Dear Lord, could you tell me? Steady n***as suicide, homies they got love from me Always kickin' real sh**, only you can feel me Never been a buster, but a hustle-er I still be Living do or die, with a mind full of misery Steady thinking madness, no heaven, hell [Chorus 2x]