Smoking Indoors - Life Story lyrics

Trying to appeal to the ignorant with songs for the pure Still chasing girls draws, open doors, late calls, text messages I figure if I blow its more effortless Raised by two immigrants Taught I should be a gentleman Moved from Nigeria to America I guess by definition they're true African Americans Road trips to Maryland with Ayo the don make sure you stash all the medicine We know all the laws of the land but we young and negligent Spitting over songs like there ain't no one we ain't better than I'll show the world if the money right Made it sound like a muffler I put cans on my old bikes Zoning out in the basement I was writing the whole night Spit my 16's to hustler who were trapping and sold white It's like a dream when I think of it now Those were the days still writing it down Reminisce spit my verse then I see how it sounds That's soul music Chorus -Zena Kitt Life keeps on moving Life keeps holding And I know the story well Eyes wide open My heart is bleeding And I know the story well You see were not the same Verse 2 Lost love but had this attraction to being street My fitted turned back my pants would drag down under my feet My homie use to keep a 380 stashed under the seat But that's some other sht because of the statute won't state his government Talking to girls at the party hope that they fall in love with him People shoot up the party I guess its time that I run again Track star in the back block fences were hurdles No guns then run far n***as get murdered Hit the block and talk about it twisting blunts of purple Blast my music on the strip we don't listen to sht commercial Hood radio the stuff I be spitting way more relatable Bright colors on sunny day's I'm looking flavorful Arguments and freestyles at night woke up the neighbors too Just my ghetto point of view My life should be on pay per view Happy because the struggles we overcame and I made it through So in these songs all I give to you...