One Forty Lyrics - Watermelon, Chicken And Gritz - Nappy Roots

No more wine for me, no more dimes of weed 

'Cuz I'm tryin' to see, if my mind can reach 

The level of the game that we die to see 

I'm talkin' bout naturally where ya mind is free 

See I'm a dying breed, a country-fried emcee 

I used to rhyme for free, but now I rhyme for cheese 

See it was bound to be, when there's mouths to feed 

And there's bills to pay, somethin' gotta give way 

The way I feel today, I could care less 

'Cuz my mind is made, yeah my hair's a mess 

I don't bother to shave, I walk around bare chest 

like a candy face, like I'm wearin' a vest 

I dare ya to test, I push a hundred-five reps 

Showin' off my pecs, triceps and biceps 

I'm all for the cause, ready to die next 

I'm all for the cause, ready to die next 

We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it 

(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?) 

(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) 

And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it 

(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?) 

(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) 

This life? It's mine 

It's yours? It's mine 

That's right it's mine 

That's yours this mine 

This life? It's mine 

It's yours? It's mine 

That's right it's mine 

That's yours this mine 

Now ah, when I was a, young man 

There was a couple of things poppa put in my head 

Never sit down when ya need to stand 

Never drink down all ya dreams and plans 

Poppa, what's that inside ya glass? 

Don't do as I do boy, do as I ask 

See do it right if ya gon' do it that fast 

And don't do it if ya gon' do it half-assed 

Well, since then I been an over-achiever 

Smoker and drinker, only I would opened my blinkers 

And I'm broke, so I guess I gotta choke on my finger 

'Cuz I need to come up, ah I'm just a dreamer 

A hustle schemer, these cops be corrupt like Rupp Arena 

Try an bust my weiner, with these court subpoenas petty misdemeanors 

"Boy you ain't worth" like student like teacher 

We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it 

(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?) 

(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) 

And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it 

(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?) 

(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) 

This life? It's mine 

It's yours? It's mine 

That's right it's mine 

That's yours this mine 

This life? It's mine 

It's yours? It's mine 

That's right it's mine 

That's yours this mine 

Same jeans in the spring that I strut in the fall 

No comb, no fade, no nothin' at all 

I'll give a finger for the haters and one for the law 

Sounds fine, Nappy Roots a little somethin' for y'all 

Get a dutch, jump the gultch, then stuff it with straw 

Get higher than a motherfucker, deep in the call 

Hit the liquor sto', makin' mo', fifth and I pause 

Get love tryna cut, got ya dick and balls 

Hell naw then broads at the wall 

Big pimpin' on a budget, tryna make it the mall 

Thank the Lord, for just livin', makin' the most 

'Scuse me, anybody got change I can borrow? 

Dime? Caught a penny tryna get to the mall 

Wanna buy me some ice too, slip it and fall 

Ops silly me, big nuts and they gone 

Didn't see that shit comin' like a truck in the fall 

We don't even talk about it we live it, we live it 

(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?) 

(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) 

And if you think you can take it from us, come get it, come get it 

(How you gon' tell me how to live my life?) 

(Can't nobody tell me how to live my life) 

This life? It's mine 

It's yours? It's mine 

That's right it's mine 

That's yours this mine 

This life? It's mine 

It's yours? It's mine 

That's right it's mine 

That's yours this mine 

Lemme hear ya say 

Nappy Roots see ya dawg, all my magazine 

It's that life B, gotta make that choice 

It's all on you 

Lemme hear ya say 

Lemme hear ya say 

Lemme hear ya say