life's not a game

niggas lifes not a game\u sayin u wifes got a name i got that bitch locked in place\wit this ak cocked aimed\like a fuckin nascar race i got placed u wife recieved multiple gun shots 2 her pimple popped face\now u got on a cloth faced cuz u wife blood and decapitated skin clot got displayed\niggas got they dead bolts locks changed even they life's got rearranged in the same common way\niggas see that life's definitely not a game so they make sure they lifestyles often change cuz they brain knows gettin shanked has a huge cost of pain wit blood drop stains\it's just not the same as gettin shot in the face novacaine cant numb the fuckin pain pain cuz u mind and face b shattered and scattered in u luxuriuos range\niggas u only had a plan a which b poppin cristla champagne and smokin purple haze\plan b should have been repeat but u bitch-ass niggas movin at a snail pace even u wife used 2 say she had a plan a which was b a stay-at home housewive all day sniffin the purest whitest lines of cocaine down the hallway thats not quite great cuz lights break still where kids fight and play\pan b was u wife's failsafe at night she would pray hail mary full of grace wit tears runnin down her pale face cuz she had faith askin 4 god like ways realizin her lifes gotta change\people have always been knowin she was hoein more than a lot of days they werent boastin or toastin more like showin shes ownin aids she was afraid 2 conversate or contemplate that if her hoein license git confiscate she wont be in the best hoein honor ranks she said some shit like im not ashamed i got shit made plus i know life's not a game\so basically aint nada changed i still use plan a in the house all day sniffin lines of cocaine down the hallway where kids shouldnt but they say this is the place that they gotta play\me and my mind both decide we must outgrow the psyche of wit this cocaine it make us feel no pain when deep inside theres somethin that feels not quite the same\maybe we gonna eventually pull life by not the right reins and die without a sigh or in vain\but just in case if u and i live thru and ride or git used and high or wit well basically my sick confused life that i refused 2 hide commit suicide or git popped in my pimple cocaine pale face by a guy standin next 2 an open case chain smokin haze holdin an ak in a strange way cocked and aimed or hit by a derailed train i got 2 use plan b before i lose my energy which is a common side effect 4 the aids disease so 2 nite i gotta pray wit tears runnin down my pale face hopin 4 god like ways\wit my failsafe im gonna feel a lot of pain but this is the game i gotta play and rules i wanna break\i dont give a fuck if im on the corner cuz the bills i gotta pay pills i oughta take cuz i start 2 faint from aids and increased heart rate thats just the starter phase thats wut my mind gotta explain\sayin theres more problems on the way my minds like shut the fuck up bitch u the reason we in our dyin days\plus wit that said some guy creepin the hallway  lookin deranged asks her name at the same time pulls an ak and shoots her plany times in the face chain smokin some purple haze\lifes not a game