Eightball - Stripes Lyrics

Yeah, respect this

Look I got my stripes up in this rap shit
My life is like a roller coaster up and down quick
Cloudy gray days hide away the sun rays
My only escape is to kneel and pray or smoke hay, everyday

Thug livin', nigga, ain't nobody promised tomorrow
Ain't no second chance to live, it ain't no time to borrow
Money in these streets, trouble in these streets
I'm tryin' to school these ya niggas deep within these beats

Life is for learnin', learn and live, nigga
What the world hold for me and all my real niggas?
The studio is where we meet up like a holy church
Worshippin' the spirits of them niggas who done been here first

And give it all to them young niggas who come after us
And don't give nothin' to them boys that's out here fakin' tough
Project livin' ain't no fly shit, I don't wanna go back
And I pray for all my niggas who can't do better than that

Look, I got my stripes up in this rap shit
My life is like a roller coaster up and down quick
Cloudy gray days hide away the sun rays
My only escape is to kneel and pray or smoke hay

Listen, I got my stripes up in this rap shit
My life is like a roller coaster, up and down quick
Cloudy gray days hide away the sun rays
My only escape is to kneel and pray or smoke hay

I live it how it come to me, good or bad
I got to deal with it, this ain't no movie, see
When the gunshot spray ain't no tellin' if a stray
Gonna put one of my little bitty sons in his grave

My nigga in the hood used to kick shit and do his thang
Now that nigga in a wheelchair, damn, ain't that fucked up, mane?
Maye it was somethin' comin' back from somethin' that he did
Maybe that was God's way of tellin' him we need to quit

I don't know, I know he think about that shit everyday though
What he did to make his life go the way that it go
Every nigga can't be blingin', navigatin' on doubs
How many niggas really got a lot of stacks put up?

How many niggas got five cars and no house?
Hustlin' like a slave tryin' to shut your baby mama mouth
Long as you hustle ain't nothin' impossible, my nigga
Then when you get it give it back 'cause you can't take it witcha

Look, I got my stripes up in this rap shit
My life is like a roller coaster, up and down quick
Cloudy gray days hide away the sun rays
My only escape is to kneel and pray or smoke hay

Listen, I got my stripes up in this rap shit
My life is like a roller coaster, up and down quick
Cloudy gray days hide away the sun rays
My only escape is to kneel and pray or smoke hay, everyday

Yeah, ah-ha, yeah Eightball, the Fat Mack
Fatboy Eightball and M J G
Space Age pimpin' from way back
Baby you know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah C E O on the streets
Commander in Chief, baby
You know what I'm talkin' about

From orange mound streets all over the world
East coast, West coast, overseas
This pimpin' just ain't a whole lot, baby
I got my stripes up in this rap shit, yeah