Forever thuggin', live a life of crime
Done seen a lot of shit up
In this life of mine impatient baby
I been waitin' my whole life to shine
So try to take it and I'm
Slangin' all type of iron
Told my mama like, "Baby, wipe your eyes"
Stressin' and I know you tired
Wonderin' if I'm alive
But mama, you know that your son a rider
I said mama, you know that your son a Spider
(Luwhop)
Told Ketha my faith and my
Heater in this Spider shit
When you found my guns up in your house
I had all type of shit
I was getting these lectures on how I
Should change my life and shit
So this a letter but better
'cause I ain't write this shit
So you know it's true 'cause
It's comin' from the heart
Did it all for you
Been the reason from the start
The reason I grind hard
Them visit's behind bars
Made me appreciate you like, "Ma
We should spend time more"
But you know your child wild
And I been livin' reckless
Had to tote some Glock-9's and
A Smith & Wesson
But they never stopped my grind, for the top
I'm destined now my music nationwide, ma
Your son a legend
Forever thuggin', live a life of crime
Done seen a lot of shit up
In this life of mine impatient baby
I been waitin' my whole life to shine
So try to take it and I'm
Slangin' all type of iron
Told my mama like, "Baby, wipe your eyes"
Stressin' and I know you tired
Wonderin' if I'm alive
But mama, you know that your son a rider
I said mama, you know that your son a Spider
Way back when I was wearin' diapers
Never knew I'd pick the mic up
Never known I'd play with rifles or
Be up the road with lifers
Got hoes tattin' spiders on they body parts
Just from the shit that I record, ice on me
No bodyguard
Motherf*ck security, no fear in me
I'm bustin' for it
Built for this shit, tough like Ford
You taught me no nuts, no glory
Now they pay to hear my story, mama
Was just in front your honor
Now I'm on stage in designer
Been spendin' all the hundreds
Drillin' all summer
Was lookin' up to Zo until
They put my dawg under
Took my bros off the field
Gave 'em football numbers
But they took it all from us, we slipped up
We all fumbled
And now I'm way up but I still remain humble
Bought a crib to thank mama 'cause
I got the game from her
Without your support
Swear I never would've made it
Send it to my baby, you sweet as sweet Sadie
And you are appreciated
Forever thuggin', live a life of crime
Done seen a lot of shit up
In this life of mine impatient baby
I been waitin' my whole life to shine
So try to take it and I'm
Slangin' all type of iron
Told my mama like, "Baby, wipe your eyes"
Stressin' and I know you tired
Wonderin' if I'm alive
But mama, you know that your son a rider
I said mama, you know that your son a Spider
(Luwhop)
Life of Crime Video (MV)
Performed By: TEC
Language: English
Written by: TONY JACKSON, PATRICIA DANIELS, DALE THOMAS PETERS, JOSEPH F WALSH, NORMAN COOK, DEBORAH DENISE PARKIN
TEC - Life of Crime Lyrics
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English
Forever thuggin', live a life of crime
Done seen a lot of shit up
In this life of mine impatient baby
I been waitin' my whole life to shine
So try to take it and I'm
Slangin' all type of iron
Told my mama like, "Baby, wipe your eyes"
Stressin' and I know you tired
Wonderin' if I'm alive
But mama, you know that your son a rider
I said mama, you know that your son a Spider
(Luwhop)
Told Ketha my faith and my
Heater in this Spider shit
When you found my guns up in your house
I had all type of shit
I was getting these lectures on how I
Should change my life and shit
So this a letter but better
'cause I ain't write this shit
So you know it's true 'cause
It's comin' from the heart
Did it all for you
Been the reason from the start
The reason I grind hard
Them visit's behind bars
Made me appreciate you like, "Ma
We should spend time more"
But you know your child wild
And I been livin' reckless
Had to tote some Glock-9's and
A Smith & Wesson
But they never stopped my grind, for the top
I'm destined now my music nationwide, ma
Your son a legend
Forever thuggin', live a life of crime
Done seen a lot of shit up
In this life of mine impatient baby
I been waitin' my whole life to shine
So try to take it and I'm
Slangin' all type of iron
Told my mama like, "Baby, wipe your eyes"
Stressin' and I know you tired
Wonderin' if I'm alive
But mama, you know that your son a rider
I said mama, you know that your son a Spider
Way back when I was wearin' diapers
Never knew I'd pick the mic up
Never known I'd play with rifles or
Be up the road with lifers
Got hoes tattin' spiders on they body parts
Just from the shit that I record, ice on me
No bodyguard
Motherf*ck security, no fear in me
I'm bustin' for it
Built for this shit, tough like Ford
You taught me no nuts, no glory
Now they pay to hear my story, mama
Was just in front your honor
Now I'm on stage in designer
Been spendin' all the hundreds
Drillin' all summer
Was lookin' up to Zo until
They put my dawg under
Took my bros off the field
Gave 'em football numbers
But they took it all from us, we slipped up
We all fumbled
And now I'm way up but I still remain humble
Bought a crib to thank mama 'cause
I got the game from her
Without your support
Swear I never would've made it
Send it to my baby, you sweet as sweet Sadie
And you are appreciated
Forever thuggin', live a life of crime
Done seen a lot of shit up
In this life of mine impatient baby
I been waitin' my whole life to shine
So try to take it and I'm
Slangin' all type of iron
Told my mama like, "Baby, wipe your eyes"
Stressin' and I know you tired
Wonderin' if I'm alive
But mama, you know that your son a rider
I said mama, you know that your son a Spider
(Luwhop)
Done seen a lot of shit up
In this life of mine impatient baby
I been waitin' my whole life to shine
So try to take it and I'm
Slangin' all type of iron
Told my mama like, "Baby, wipe your eyes"
Stressin' and I know you tired
Wonderin' if I'm alive
But mama, you know that your son a rider
I said mama, you know that your son a Spider
(Luwhop)
Told Ketha my faith and my
Heater in this Spider shit
When you found my guns up in your house
I had all type of shit
I was getting these lectures on how I
Should change my life and shit
So this a letter but better
'cause I ain't write this shit
So you know it's true 'cause
It's comin' from the heart
Did it all for you
Been the reason from the start
The reason I grind hard
Them visit's behind bars
Made me appreciate you like, "Ma
We should spend time more"
But you know your child wild
And I been livin' reckless
Had to tote some Glock-9's and
A Smith & Wesson
But they never stopped my grind, for the top
I'm destined now my music nationwide, ma
Your son a legend
Forever thuggin', live a life of crime
Done seen a lot of shit up
In this life of mine impatient baby
I been waitin' my whole life to shine
So try to take it and I'm
Slangin' all type of iron
Told my mama like, "Baby, wipe your eyes"
Stressin' and I know you tired
Wonderin' if I'm alive
But mama, you know that your son a rider
I said mama, you know that your son a Spider
Way back when I was wearin' diapers
Never knew I'd pick the mic up
Never known I'd play with rifles or
Be up the road with lifers
Got hoes tattin' spiders on they body parts
Just from the shit that I record, ice on me
No bodyguard
Motherf*ck security, no fear in me
I'm bustin' for it
Built for this shit, tough like Ford
You taught me no nuts, no glory
Now they pay to hear my story, mama
Was just in front your honor
Now I'm on stage in designer
Been spendin' all the hundreds
Drillin' all summer
Was lookin' up to Zo until
They put my dawg under
Took my bros off the field
Gave 'em football numbers
But they took it all from us, we slipped up
We all fumbled
And now I'm way up but I still remain humble
Bought a crib to thank mama 'cause
I got the game from her
Without your support
Swear I never would've made it
Send it to my baby, you sweet as sweet Sadie
And you are appreciated
Forever thuggin', live a life of crime
Done seen a lot of shit up
In this life of mine impatient baby
I been waitin' my whole life to shine
So try to take it and I'm
Slangin' all type of iron
Told my mama like, "Baby, wipe your eyes"
Stressin' and I know you tired
Wonderin' if I'm alive
But mama, you know that your son a rider
I said mama, you know that your son a Spider
(Luwhop)
Writer: TONY JACKSON, PATRICIA DANIELS, DALE THOMAS PETERS, JOSEPH F WALSH, NORMAN COOK, DEBORAH DENISE PARKIN
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.