Hip-hop Lyrics - This Thing Called Life - August Alsina

I came from drop tops and old school Chevy's 

Dope boys rollin' through, shittin' on ya heavy 

Fifteens in the trunk beatin' down your block 

Only 4 years old when Biggie got shot 

I remember playing on the block, hanging on the block 

Young niggas slanging on the block, getting off them rocks 

Now we livin' better now, Coogi sweater now 

Weather still getting colder, we could change the weather now 

But I... 

Came up in criminal days 

Living these criminal ways, what can I say 

Hugging the block every day 

Grindin' and making a way 

And that I pray, for better days 

That it don't be the same tomorrow 

Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle 

And say 

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(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) 

I pray for more better days 

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) 

I know that I can feel change 

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) 

I pray for more better days 

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) 

I know that I can feel change 

Everyday ain't good but everyday ain't bad 

Mama always said show thanks for what you have 

Boy never forget to realize you're blessed 

This cold world can rot you if you let it 

Now I'm out here tryna get it, really out here tryna get it 

Always knew that I would make it, maybe it was so prophetic 

Cause I came from the bottom and the humbleness beginnings 

From the youngest nigga grindin' to the youngest nigga wining 

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Came up in criminal days 

Living these criminal ways, what can I say 

Hugging the block every day 

Grindin' and making a way 

And that I pray, for better days 

That it don't be the same tomorrow 

Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle 

And say 

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) 

I pray for more better days 

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) 

I know that I can feel change 

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) 

I pray for more better days 

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) 

I know that I can feel change 

'Fore you die you make your mark and reach new levels 

Want the bread, want the diamonds and the bezels 

And if these bitches that you want, have several 

Just gotta know, lotta shit's temporary 

It won't last, no, no, it won't last, no 

Meaning it til' here 

Next thing you know it's all gone 

That's why I been on my grizzy outchea 

Long as I grind, better days are near 

Came up in criminal days 

Living these criminal ways, what can I say 

Hugging the block every day 

Grindin' and making a way 

And that I pray, for better days 

That it don't be the same tomorrow 

Now I celebrate my sorrows with this bottle 

And say 

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) 

I pray for more better days 

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) 

I know that I can feel change 

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) 

I pray for more better days 

(Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey, Hip-Hop, hey) 

I know that I can feel change