Life's a B*tch

Let's keep it real yo and count this money
 Put the Grants up in the safe cause we spendin' the Jacksons
 Washington's go to wifey, that's what it's all about right
 Visualizin' the realism of life in actuality
 Everything I write is like a fatality
 I'm a pattern-punishing painter with a pen
 Got a style kinda like sodomy cause I'm anal with the way I get it in
 I'm a maneuver with the mic, like Drano
 Moving through a pipe, I'm insane-o
 You can lose your life, I'm biblical with this lyrical ability
 Respected I'm here to get rid of these records
 Get checks and fill up facilities
 I ain't sounding like no man
 I ain't holding no dynamite, I just got dynamite in both hands
 Nigga this is Elmatic
 I'm with a chick with her tail tatted
 She at Chanel baggin', pill addict
 Ill, I'm still at it
 For real status and you gon' be a vegetable unless you got you a steel cabbage
 I woke up early in the mornin'
 Dressed in black yawnin' said two of the best is back
 Early in the mornin'
 Dressed in black yawnin' said two of the best is back
 Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
 Cause you never know when you're gonna go
 Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
 Cause you never know when you're gonna go
 Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we get high
 Cause you never know when you're gonna go
 Life's a bitch and then you die; that's why we puff lye
 I got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
 Get a rush from how they bust, swear they was leakin' puss from
 I don't deal with hoes nor trust scum
 And treat money like pussy, if I fuck it off then it must come (cum)
 I stay fixed on lines that make your mind play tricks
 When they mix, even my basics sound like The Matrix
 I'm more vivid than Michael Bay flicks
 What I say tricks, then it lay clicks to rest like God after day six
 They left fallin' from missin' they opportunity
 At the door nor death's callin now they breath's stallin'
 And who could touch me, fuck who you read about
 And haters, I weed 'em out the same way I do my dutchie
 I'm a maniac on track the way a train react
 With smart bombs for dummies
 And Dum Dums for braniacs
 They only have a few minutes of fame
 They caught flame and my pen is to blame
 I get it in when you pretend it's a game
 The way racquetball and tennis became the game's finish
 Nine outta ten is exchange
 And I'm tremendous, it goes without sayin'
 With my pen insert, it's sort of introvert
 It's not about playin'
 The time has come for us to stop messin' around
 Cause once you know that I like having you around in my life
 Oh baby
 So many times I want to hold you
 I want to say I love you softly in your ear
 Oh baby
 Don't keep runnin'
 My heart is yearning for your love