Paroles 2 plots Fat Joe

2 plots

Life
Life itself is alive
I wish I could find the words to describe such a worthy adversary because, you see, life can also kill you
But if you appreciate it, if you acknowledge it as such, and if you respect it
Life will let you live

My nerves ain't right
I slept in my mama's bed just the other night
Can't rest in peace, tired of living
Try giving thanks when your brother died on Thanksgiving
You'd think I'm traumatized, damn near lobotomized
For this life we live, I won't apologize
Used to be thirty deep, yеah, we lost a lot of guys
The streets like strеams, we can't monetize
Been to jail and back, been to hell and back
Family members, shit was foul, used to sell 'em crack
My son Joey was born with down syndrome
His mom hit it first day and never been home
I'm at the hospice watching my pops dying
Same time, they play clips of you testifying
Two plots, a cemetery, and a landfill
And if the birds don't sing, then your mans will
Shit crazy
Nobody said it would be this hard
The journey
We winning, though, like a motherfucker
It's the infamous
T-E-R-R-O-R
Yo

We really them killers, it's not a charade
Every day I drive the hood like the PR Parade
You niggas make soulless music, this the pain project
Nowadays I refrain, TS remain toxic
Got Pistol with me, got King with me
Keoni back from three bodies, we really the Gottis
They say I'm capping, but my life a caption
Them niggas acting when we 'bout that action
Been winning so much, man, they gotta hate us
Courtside at the Knick game, the projects made it
Paid so many funerals, could write 'em off
We had John's Fried Chicken with the mustard sauce, uh
Let's paint the picture, Cullinans in every state
Last night was cool, had dinner with Drake
Eating up the lobster with truffle butter, huh
This is the mafia, make your mobster stutter
Them niggas been pretending when we been the truth
Rob reported the whip, this shit missing the roof
What you want me to do? You know Khaled with us
Being accepted never mattered to us, uh

What you want me to do?
You know Khaled with us
Loyalty over everything
Yeah, lot of love
What you wanna do?
Uh

They coming home at a rapid pace
And all the real hitters gon' protect the plate
This is a once in a lifetime, you suffer the consequences
Still them niggas from the Bronx that'll stalk you senseless
Them Carter Genas is kinda genius
My daughter on a whole new
You know the fat kid from Trinity done went crazy
Got his hands on some millions, in the line with Jay-Z
Shooting craps at Nas' casino
We in Colombia watching the Paso Finos
Me and Maya done wrangled, they toneless
New TS, fools drop, the date is upon us

They bet on me to lose, playing fantasy lawsuits
Shit costs three mil', but you know
We ain't ever gon' lose
It's Crack, bitch
Organized Crime
TS the biggest