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lirik lagu more to life/memories – iso indies

[part i: more to life]

[intro: conchezyout]
yeah, haha
there’s more to life (yeah, there’s just more to it)
there’s more to life (more to life)
yeah
yo, yo (iso)

[verse 1: conchezyout]
i’m feelin’ like i’m the man again, posted up like a mannequin
sippin’ up on a heinkien, dreamin’ about the finer things
‘ppreciatin’ the finer things, overthinkin’ the cannabis
i’m kinda high, i hit you up when i land again
never with the shenanigans, police raidin’ my grandma crib
tryna lock up the family, man, i was always a family man
wifey said, “call an ambulance”
asthma actin’ up and got her panicin’
all the sh*t that been happеnin’, turned me to the man i am
been channеlin’ and balance, handle our own management
sh*t start hittin’ the fan again, would you still be a fan of them?
formulate the plan and gather a couple mans that you would consider fam’, start a brand
and demand what you can in a free land, n*ggas reachin’ out they hands
like we givin’ out free bands, never depend on other men to get you outta no deep end
‘cause n*ggas ain’t your friend, a lotta n*ggas just pretend, you see man, uh
[chorus: conchezyout]
and i just understand that there’s more to life (more to life)
i just do my thing and take my own advice (take my own advice)
i know i’ma be a legend in my afterlife (in my afterlife)
but when i sorta like (sorta like)
i said there’s more to life

[verse 2: dillmatic & conchezyout]
i’m gettin’ close to the god, i’m a blessin’ in disguise
my tribulation brought to tribes with this crooked smile
i hang it up, press redial, holdin’ my lifeline
never had any guidelines, we grew up on the side lines
people wait a lifetime, just to reach the skyline
that’s why i put in overtime, now my ideas sublime
love and hate, it’s a thin line, raisin’ the bar, incline
your office, you get declined if you wastin’ our time
i was raised well disciplined, mom’s work for minimum
pops wasn’t a citizen, my brother was a simpleton
close to my sib*il*ings, island babies transitionin’ to inner city residence
foreign exchange and accents
casettes and headsets, mixtapes and vhs
parents quick to switch address, more to life, we pay respects
feel like the anointed one, got out the darkness’ fetus
some obstacles that we all become on the run, for more to come (uh)

[chorus: conchezyout]
and i just understand that there’s more to life (more to life)
i just do my thing and take my own advice (take my own advice)
i know i’ma be a legend in my afterlife (in my afterlife)
but when i sorta like (sorta like)
i said there’s more to life (more to life)
[part ii: memories]

[intro: dillmatic]
yo, bro
yo?
ha, remember that time n*ggas was in the east, wildin’, though
[?] time, bro, we talkin’ ‘bout
f*ckin’ [?], you know i remember sh*t my
deadass, we don’t ever remember sh*t
oh, oh, yeah! i remember that sh*t

[verse 1: dillmatic]
word (whoo)
i remember oasis, shaina(?) with the braces
shorty was the baddest, had n*ggas givin’ me faces
fake love and snake sh*t, i remember you n*ggas like my pop’s cases
and all our lawyer visits, i remember him gettin’ deported (d*mn)
visited him upstate, but that feelin’ was just pure torture
i remember bristol park, get out before it got dark
bullets flyin’ like darts, i remember the rules from the start
i remember lincoln terrace, n*ggas tried to rob me
and they scared of us now, walk alone like a terror
take my homie bike, scratched his leg up
had to ride him home with the pegs up
instead of b*tchin’, he laughin’ instead, but
i remember gettin’ pressed by the d’s
pulled up and took me to the lavonia/livonia(?) in the east
i don’t know where i am, i gotta call me a cab
my n*gga conchez said he got me on that, so say less
[verse 2: conchezyout]
i remember they doubted us, now they sayin’ they proud of us
never was a lot of us, now we raisin’ them bottles up
call up room service and tell them to bring some towels up
gettin’ paid by the hour, but honestly, man, it’s not enough
take me back to them summer nights when we had the water fights
orderin’ four wings and french fries almost every night
n*ggas gettin’ slaughtered in the hood, but that’s a different life
couldn’t smoke in the crib, had to go outside
for this life, i remember had to fight some n*gga named chim(?)
right in front of my cousin house where his brother jumped in
but let me tell y’all one thing, man, that was a lesson learned
now your boy run tings, now look how the tables turned
live and learn (ight)

- iso indies

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