Skeme Team - Keep Living (Plan-B Mix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Jean Grae] I'm feeling numb, thinking of changing my name to Crystal Meth Playing this game, holding my mic like a pistol, aiming at d**h And I love nobody. Alone in this world—that's how I came in it But sh** could flash and reverse the same in a minute I don't even love life no more—my n***as, I just live it And I don't love love. All the hurting is infinite I cry myself to sleep sometimes, wept a gallon of tears From malice, divorced mates to lost peers Drowned it in haze and smoke and gla**es that never ran empty Bottles of So-Co, cheap vodka and 20/20 Spending my pennies for thoughts on quarts of Henny Fame? I got none. Pain? Like the movie, have plenty Like a shotgun, double-barrel fully loaded, ready to blow But want to turn around and aim at myself Been failing my health. I hardly even eat no more My lunch is munchies from the corner store, tropical fantasies My second family, me and my n***as used to be tight But now we see each other on the street with no pounds And keep it moving. Gotta move on I know y'all doing it right and still living Hustling life and still living [Hook: Jean Grae] For all my n***as, smoke a pack a day For all my n***as holding bottles, drink the pain away What type of life is this? For all my n***as getting the cash and all my n***as who chill on the ave Let's keep living For all my n***as, drink the pain away For all my n***as, smoke a pack of Newports a day What type of life is this? For all my n***as getting the cash and all my n***as who chill on the ave Let's keep living [Verse 2: Jean Grae] Grew up a child of an alcoholic, sister to schizophrenic And already inherited one and they both are genetic When sun falls, I get no sleep. My nights are filled With party and bullsh**, Bacardi and full clips Just to deal with it. Got a big heart, but I don't feel With it no more. I have fury of woman who scorns Live my life like the X-Files and trust nobody Forgetting everyone. Now I'm just for getting the money It's funny how sh** just changes, switch up, fragile to rip on you I spent too much of my young life just trying to stitch sh** up I'm living day-by-day now. My every step is play-by-play Hand to mouth. I'm just trying to make the moments count Eyes read, stressing my soul. My chest grow From heavy smoking habits—since nine, a nicotine addict Devoted at it and, still, my lungs have it to chill I need some type of release. I quit the trees at least I'm learning, n***as, but I'm slow at it Always give my motherf**ers the benefit of the doubt But it seems that everybody's just out for self I used to love her. Now I gotta make her work for my wealth I gotta eat, y'all [Hook: Jean Grae] For all my n***as, smoke a pack a day For all my n***as holding bottles, drink the pain away What type of life is this? For all my n***as getting the cash and all my n***as who chill on the ave Let's keep living For all my n***as, drink the pain away For all my n***as, smoke a pack of Newports a day What type of life is this? For all my n***as getting the cash and all my n***as who chill on the ave Let's keep living [Verse 3: Jean Grae] From rapping to nicotine, n***as clapping and n***as'll fiend From sh** I haven't seen and everything I've been through It's like losing the love of your life twice in the same night Being deaf for years, gained your hearing and losing your sight Trying to shine but I'm just getting eclipsed I'm just trying to find the perfect words to fall from my lips Thinking too hard about what sh** has fallen—mainly the chips Stalling, hoping the next time it's storming, I'm not attempting to slit wrists Got nothing now. I'll start from the bottom And work my way up to the top of the ladder, claim what's rightfully mine Working against time, it's been too long And I haven't even had a chance to leave y'all yet. I apologize Get old and wiser now, see the picture, paint it My destiny fated for this and not for easy times I spit my heart in these rhymes for all days As long as I'm here, for always Live it or leave it to die, I'm ready [Hook: Jean Grae] For all my n***as, smoke a pack a day For all my n***as holding bottles, drink the pain away What type of life is this? For all my n***as getting the cash and all my n***as who chill on the ave Let's keep living For all my n***as, drink the pain away For all my n***as, smoke a pack of Newports a day What type of life is this? For all my n***as getting the cash and all my n***as who chill on the ave Let's keep living [Outro: Jean Grae] Let's keep living