Life Goes On

[Intro: Female, ConchezYout, ConchezYout’s Father]
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An inmate at - Green Haven [?] Correctional Facility
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Hello?
Yo, [?]
What’s up, Dad?
Yo

[Verse 1: ConchezYout]
I be rappin’ like I made it already
Been in the room five minutes and I’m faded already
Every day I’m feelin’ blessed like it’s rainin’ confetti
I’ve been cuttin’ niggas off like I got a machete
Niggas wanna be petty, they musta forgot I was born to be ready
I done been through more stress, though, plannin’ a weddin’
I know it be all worth it in due time where I’m headin'
Other day I got a letter from my Pops, and I read it
He said, “Son, I’m proud of you, don’t you ever forget it”
He said, “I’ll be home soon,” it’s comin’ down to the endin’
His mistake told me a lot about bein’ too friendly
‘Cause most of these fellas jealous, but they won’t even tell us
But shout-out my nigga skella, we’ve been groupies and stella
Tryna get the hell up out it, hopin’ this music propel us
And when we get there, it ain’t shit they could tell us
But the greatest part about it is that we did it together
But these niggas ain’t ready, though
Smoke a spliff on the patio, makin’ hits in the studio
If you my nigga, I’ma let you know
And if you hatin’, I’ma let you go, I’ll rather move dolo
Lookin’ at old photos
Like you used to be the bro, though, until you broke the bro code
And hit me with a low blow, no mo’, though, that’s how it go, though
And so-so, but life goes on

[Verse 2: Dillmatic]
I ain’t speak to my Pops since last year
Movin’ in the fast gear, thoughts is cashmere, leave the cash there
Money rule the world for the foolery
They used to be cool with me, now, on a name basis, they don’t fool with me
Mom’s worried what her son’s gon’ be like, shit ain’t been sweet, right?
Since niggas dipped out the circle, me and Conchez got tight
Life too short, but I walk it like I talk it
If you see it like I seen it, you’ll be tempted to believe it
To the top dawg, free up LG, ain’t shit they could tell me
I notice when people too friendly and switch up in envy
They talk hot, I tell ‘em chill be
Hide behind comments on IG like that’s a day job or hobby
I stay sucka free from the fuckery
See him in person, they duckin’ me or tryna hit the weed
Nigga, please, I need more love, less fake daps and mishaps
Tryna maintain the image, but nigga, we know you timid
Haha

[Outro: ConchezYout, ConchezYout’s Father]
[?]
I know. I’m in the booth right now
You-I’m actually recordin’ you, hmm
Oh, word, alright, big up
[?] be ISO warriors, [?]
Hahaha, wagwan LG
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