Life of Crime

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 visits 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
 Motherfuck 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)