Song picture
What You Livin For
Comment Share
License   $0.00
Free download
Kinda mellow, but it's still a tight track. The words is deep, and so is the message. Skream at me.
Commercial uses of this track are NOT allowed.
Adaptations of this track are NOT allowed to be shared.
You must attribute the work in the manner specified by the artist.
Check out the artist page.
Stream all 71 songs for free.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #12,165
Peak in subgenre #2,059
Author
Ryan Stinson
Uploaded
June 14, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.9 MB 128 kbps 4:13
Story behind the song
The Youngbloodz - "85"
Lyrics
[HOOK] I'm doin bout 85, in the lane, lookin for a place to go... And where I'm finna end up, you can ask my friends but, they won't know... It's kinda hard now, plus I see why, niggas givin up... But if you ain't enjoyin what you doin mayne, tell me what cha livin fuh'... [HOOK] Born on the South Side, Chi Town representin / You can tear buildins down, but my towns never endin Forever we in it, beef and these mean streets / Rough roads, right tracks and I don't even mean beats I seen heat pop, that make a cold body rock / Motels, no sales, make the whole lobby stop You could prolly cop a sack or two / From them shifty eyed boys, but then thats on you It's true what they say, so do it today / A boom and a spray, if any dude move in ya way You wanna play, Life like it's a real game / Fake thugs give names, real niggas feel pain [HOOK] I take clear steps, cuz no man should fear Death / I'm so damn near stressed, seein all my peers rest In the graveyard, same place I gotta go / Wether it's Heaven or Hell, it ain't no place I'd rather go Scratch the flow, mix the cuts, then abuse mic's / Give em buck, because he scuffed up ya new Mikes But the dude's bright, so he stays outta trouble / Dark Days, Cold Nights, so the change gotta double I'm tryna bubble fam, call me champagne / Challengers wanna come at him, it's part of the campaign Guard ya damn frame kid, hold ya chin up / Before I tell God, I gotta soul to send up [HOOK] Bless my mess, although I never worry bout it / But none the less, I can't picture the world without it My girl look out for me, since everybody out to get me / And I ain't 50 but it's plenty wishin they could stick me Gritty gutters, flappin shutters when the camera flash / Say cheese, or please, either way the cannon blast Damnt if fags refuse to give a nigga space / Wolves in sheeps clothing movin at a chickens pace I'm in a race against time, its minutes on my mind / Digits flyin' by, 9 to 5, I'm on my grind I'm a different kind of rapper, dapper / Don, when I'm gone, they'll be singin' songs wit the pastor [HOOK] x2
On Playlists
Comments
Please sign up or log in to post a comment.