Verb T - All my life lyrics

All my life All my life All my life Poor poor man Repeat x2 [Fliptrix] I see many people suffering Stuck in the gutter rummaging Clucking for something just to give the gut a little nourishment Stomach it stay summonin' the hunter within Pulled to surface, human beings forced to primal urges Tree's that are blazed are sellin' for mega peace Still money dont grow on tree's, a**umin' its legal Keep planting the seeds initiating the sequel To leave you, diggin' for the root of all evil They act like they real When they lead at least their see through Their fishy with the skriller like a mammy shifting seafood Its funny how things change debated for the people Thats the way they made it, the money made us unequal I speak what I feel no reason to be deceitful Or bring war. To your door Material possessions I ain't into them at all 'Cos everything I truly love you never get receipts for [Leaf Dog] We step in this game with no pennies to our names Why you acting like your rich With a pocket full of change Life is a strain for the real people hustling It doesn't add up, like paying desperate money jugglin' Wonderin' is this really part of the plan To take an order from tha' man, the thought that we stand To get rich and expand is the dream that their sellin' us And when we can't do it they'll proceed to keep tellin' us Jimmy's only words were "to much dicks" So broke ill steal your whole mansion brick by brick Think quick, through the country of god With a load of fake names Making claims all your gra** its lost All I really own was these words I was givin' Reserved in the rhythm for the future to listen The point I ain't missin' 'cos I ain't like you I never found peace without the wars I went through Chorus [Leaf Dog, Fliptrix, Verb T] All my life (All my life all my life) All my life (Yeah son) All my life (All my life all my life) Ive been a Poor poor man All my life (All my motherf**in' life) All my life (All my life all my life) All my life (All my blissful life) Poor poor man [Verb T] Yo Much on my mind, I dont find it funny In the struggle with the leeches How you've gotta mind your money The little ive got, they wanna take it from me I dont praise the table but man my family must eat Im not a crook but was gettin' money off the books Dont remember where mister tax man im sorry look Im 'bout to go legit tryna start the music sh** Maybe get a little nine to five if I ain't makin' sh** Maybe this is just irresponsible for a family man Writing chunks music spins puttin money in the bank So no I can't do the free co-lab Thanks for asking but now im an a**hole Deep in the over draft that makes me past broke Its only money, dont say that you can't cope I say that makes a lot of other things hard though Verb yes I rip flow so better show me the doe [BVA] Im not piss poor Im not sh** rich Money's a b**h, it turns kids into f**ing dicks In my life ive learnt that life's on some other sh** Feelin' like an alien thats comin' from the mothership I spit my own gold bars and writ my own notes In my ryhme pad, drop me in sh**s creek and I will flow Ive always been a sort of level headed kind of bloke That works hard to get the sh** I want for that ryhme I wrote The test of time will be the one thats really showing Get enough R.E.S.P.E.C.T to keep me flowing My bank rolling, growing, its shrinking without me knowing I could be going mental but I did this for me And all I need is a pencil and instrumentals To get the track cracking like some earth quake offense do The papers what breaks us and make it look gloomy And I tell it how it is but most would think im a looney