Life We Chose

[Intro: Young Chris]<br>Uh feel my pain, chea uh-huh<br>Uh, Young Gunnas, Chris and Neef<br>It`s real shit<br>North of Death, home of Philly<br>Uh, chea uh<br><br>[Verse 1: Young Chris]<br>Lights is gettin` dimmer<br>Nights gettin` colder<br>Lost three of my soldiers<br>Life feel like it`s over<br>Unloadin` there`s somethin` in my way<br>They`ll never take me alive<br>I got somethin` on the way<br>I`ma survive I`ma try to do straight<br>Try to make it alive, be around for that due date<br>But it`s hard, niggaz hatin` em hard<br>That loss hurt to the heart<br>But still they say it`s they fault, we blame y`all<br>Nigga how, nigga please<br>It`s still on baby<br>Tell them niggaz had they still off safety<br>What about them other fake dudes that he grew up wit<br>Elementary middle school up wit<br>Man them niggaz was there ain`t move yet<br>I`m startin` to think they had somethin` to do wit it<br>I used to think them niggaz was scared<br>It`s lookin` a little shaky now<br>Niggaz happy his little brother`s laughin`, his mother hate me now<br><br>[Chorus: Denim]<br>Even though it hurts some days<br>This is the game we chose to play<br>Not everything in life is gold but it will be okay<br>Now a bullet ain`t got no aim<br>And y`all know bullets ain`t got no name<br>But this is the life we chose<br>And it will never change<br><br>[Verse 2: Neef]<br>Everyday we reminisce about that three day trip<br>Same night that we left, got a call you hit<br>Thought you was still wit us, aimed at me that he flipped<br>Got a call from my peaches found out where you was hit<br>Three hit himself who missed him and you just a couple inches<br>You don`t know how much you miss him, bullshittin` in the kitchen<br>Ninety percent fist fights leadin` to them slammers<br>But lil` Drake ain`t understand until one of them niggaz vanish<br>This rap shit is crazy but believe me I`ma try<br>Whether happened or not homie I got lil` five<br>And with the real ones I`ma slice my pies<br>As you would of wanted, man I`m so sick to my stomach<br>That you ain`t around enjoyin` the fruits of our labors<br>Shit`s about to get major, and these niggaz really hate us<br>Around for nothin` givin` me teeth and palms<br>Man I don`t pay `em no mind, just try to focus and rhyme ya know<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3: Young Chris]<br>I`m peaches that`s where you can reach us<br>Cook out every other til` they took a nigga brother<br>Love ya like a brother so I try to take ya brother<br>And he be on some other shit, I be tryin` to tell `em man<br>I seen how you feel<br>He had intentions on killin` my big brother<br>Just to let me see how he feel<br>Tellin` me his life over fuckin` cops<br>They know they after, run before they catch him he got people to kill<br>That boy crazy, he got people for real<br>He gone wind up layin` somewhere peaceful for real<br>Like he the only one goin` through the pain<br>Like his mom and our peaches ain`t goin` through the same<br>Cool one minute, then he goin` through a change<br>I don`t need that around, keep the heaters around<br>Just like the rest of the niggaz that I leave in the town<br>So I separate myself, I look better wit myself<br><br>[Repeat Chorus]