I got the green light for a record with Sean P.
A week later IRS was coming after me.
But that’s life right, just how things go.
Shady promoters trying to keep the cash, after my show.
Trying to stay level headed, get back to Amsterdam.
So I don’t turn Berkowitz, Son of Sam.
Counting the grams, till there’s a once on the plate.
Tap the side of the scale, to help balance the weight.
Staying high, dressing fly, partying till I die.
Plant some treez to cut and smoke, after their dry.
My girl’s stressing me out, cuz we need more money.
Distant family calls my house, and it’s funny.
They think I’m Donald Trump cuz I live overseas.
Not understanding it costs more to live, where I be.
I struggle to make ends meet, hustling everyday.
Until I’m paid in full, or find a easier way.

CHORUS (2X)
Rents due “that’s life”
Feeling blue “that’s life”
A cheating wife hey “that’s life, right”
Sometimes it makes you wanna cut your wrists with a knife.

Don’t rest, don’t sleep, don’t even breath deep.
Hungry niggaz in the room, and we on the creep.
I’m a MC not a dealer, with flows that’ll kill ya.
Make ya leak fluid, to show ya, that I don’t feel ya.
So don’t speak, unless flames come out your lips.
I got flows that orbit the Earth like spaceships.
Turn niggaz to liquid, when it comes to dinero.
Homegrown treez, got me high like a sparrow.
Vinum’s sick wit, is comparable to no one.
Other rappers spit nines, I’m an artillery gun.
Life is mayhem, so the lyrics reflect that.
Use action over words, cuz niggaz respect that.
I spit facts, more addictive than street crack.
That get white catz talking like they black.
Tyger Vinum, you best remember the name.
You can put me underwater and I still spit flames.

CHORUS (1X)
Rents due “that’s life”
Feeling blue “that’s life”
A cheating wife hey “that’s life, right”
Sometimes it makes you wanna cut your wrists with a knife.