Life Goes On - Royce 5'9

Yo Ivy, let me know when we rollin

We rollin?

Aight.

I mean, I been through a lot man

Tommy Boy thing, the bootleggers

You know, life goes on, so what?

You gotta reach deep down in your heart, and pull out as much as you can

To get through what you goin through

I’m living proof

Way down DEEP in the heart of a man who was DEEP

In the palm of the hands of the truer streets

Lives a — nigga who gives a, lyrical nigga the shivers

Step up and get hit cause him or his fifth’ll deliver

His mouth is a gun, the cannibal speaks

You need to do more than floss to handle the teeth

And shame on it — only thing that pops out

Whenever your Glock’s out is a stick, and a flag with «Bang!»

on it

His flow’s out-grown his dreams

Out of a count that he beams out-of-towners and hold down home

You niggas showin up, with a lot of the same soldiers

I’m rollin up, pushin her outta your Range Rover

You decided to be a rider but why, would you do it

When you know you could light up my saliva like lighter fluid

Soak with writin;

cause 5−9 is back

And he’s about to spit thunder and shit lightning!

«Life goes on.»

Uh-huh, you thought I was done didn’t ya?

«The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on.»

Thought I would run didn’t ya?

No no

«Life goes on.»

Never again will I, need a return

«The world keeps turning and.»

(And I will never leave these streets again)

«Life goes on.»

Uh-huh, you thought I was done didn’t ya?

«The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on.»

Thought I would run didn’t ya?

No no

«Life goes on.»

Long as I live, I’mma continue to burn

«The world keeps turning and.»

(Na na na na na na na)

My crew never call me for beef — NO!

It never happens to me

That’s like callin a SWAT team when it’s a cat in a tree

It’s too many reasons, to tell you NIGGA please

You can do nothin with me, like weed with too many seeds in it

I’m more — vicious, it gets — more pathetic

You testin somethin more than a medic nigga or mortician

I’m more than rap, I will RUSH you

For the sacks like Warren Sapp, like nigga FUCK you

I’ll STUFF you in a Atlanta mansion

Paint the wall with you on «Candid Camera,» like I’m a phantom answered

Demand a ransom;

cause a fire at your momma’s house

And take all of the tires off of the ambulances

Of course the track, fits Mr. King

Of the small article every month and the Source is BACK

With J Dilla, from Slum Village

You lookin for us, we be in Rock City nigga — come get us!

«Life goes on.»

«The world keeps turning and liiiife gooooes on.»

«Life goes on.»

«The world keeps turning and.»

«Turning and liiiife gooooes on.»

«Life goes on.»

«The world keeps turning and.»

«Life goes on.»

«The world keeps turning and.»