Suffa - This is for Life lyrics

[Verse 1: Pressure] Damn, I'ma be old and dirty, fat and bald by thirty And by 70, definitely, cold and scurvy Sinking my gums into life or anything as it comes I think I've succumbed, got the drinker thinking I'm young You take a father of four to make a pa** at your daughter Tried to rap, spat my dentures in a gla** of water It's gonna be sad, holding into wanna be fads But I ain't full of sh** (nope)—that's my colostomy bag Rocking shows at retirement homes This trendy geezer don't know when to quit, like a smoker with emphysema (I've had amnesia) forgetting tracks with my thoughts relaying (It ain't a seizure) I'm probably bopping in my walking frame Down to be the last standing, ain't no boundaries Ayo Pegz, it's your shout for a round of tea I'll have 'em breathing at the bar, the static gripped to my mic In chrome-rimmed wheel chairs singing "This is for life!" [Hook: Suffa, Pressure & Pegz] This is for life, this is a long term membership This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship This is for life, popping wheel chairs off the curb As the world turns a thirty-three and a third This is for life, this is a long term membership This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship This is for life, popping wheel chairs off the curb As the world turns a thirty-three and a third [Verse 2: Pegz] Yeah until I got false teeth, till my beard is grey With a fat chain and gold plated hearing aid Kids on the streets think I'm weird and strange At the bowles club old ladies cheer my name This is for life, making beats for my grand kids Still using MPCs and sampling Diggin' in the stake for Aretha Franklin With a Honda jet pack and keys to my mansion Keep the pa**ion, dropping the promo Fans in the front row, poppin' the 'no-doze' Suffa's got a comb-over rocking a Volvo And still getting love like a pocket of mojo Oh no, rocking at the RSL Debris on the deck spitting hard as hell My man Pressure at the bar nearly pa**ing out With a security guard try'na calm him down This is for life, brothers need to heed the lessons Pegz and Hilltops bring the preconceptions [Turntablism: DJ Debris] "Rippin the microphone till I'm motherf**in' sixty" [Hook: Suffa, Pressure & Pegz] This is for life, this is a long term membership This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship This is for life, popping wheel chairs off the curb As the world turns a thirty-three and a third This is for life, this is a long term membership This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship This is for life, popping wheel chairs off the curb As the world turns a thirty-three and a third [Verse 3: Suffa] Until I'm on a pension with dentures, I'm still gonna flip tracks Till I'm poppin Viagra like they're Tic-Tacs Until my teeth are in a gla** on the window pane It's Suffa MC - the host of your bingo game 88 that's two fat ladies from '88 till I'm 88 Can't fade the greats, we'll still be hard rhymers With Debris on the decks try'na scratch with arthritis We'll be old timers, cold rhymers with Alzheimer's We'll be bald, blind as 50 year old coal miners With a suit on, filling prescriptions with a coupon Tellin' kids I used to hike with no shoes on For 3 hours through the rain and snow Just to make it to the club so we could claim the show Till they drained the flow from my piece with a catheter I rap with a spectacular, home-grown vernacular [Hook: Suffa, Pressure & Pegz] This is for life, this is a long term membership This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship This is for life, popping wheel chairs off the curb As the world turns a thirty-three and a third This is for life, this is a long term membership This is for life, dedicated to the penmanship This is for life, popping wheel chairs off the curb As the world turns a thirty-three and a third [Turntablism: DJ Debris] "Rippin the microphone till I'm motherf**in' sixty"