(feat. Nina Creque)



[Hook: NOLA & (Nina Creque)]

Life has too many tears, too many fears (Well)

Too many cry, too many die (Why)

Too many weep, too many sleep while they awake

Too many claiming to be real but too many fake (Hmmm)

Everybody answer this, would you lie for your life (Uh huh)

Would you die for your life (Yeah)

Would you kill for your life (Would you)

Would you to keep it real in your life



[NOLA]

Now who's saving you if you ain't saving yourself (Well)

In the fucked up situations life's facing

I see ya pacing

Getting nervous, hard times at home a grown child

Getting no relief on mama's shoulder

Now what I advise is only cries from everybody else

Except yourself, depending on your parents, where did you inherent

All the poison thoughts

All the tears through the years fucking over peers

To get on the next niggas dick

Now how you figure life's a bitch

Life gave you life, quiet scared to hold your breath

Life gives you death, death gives you truth, truth sets you free

Yes indeed, watch as I proceed to puff the weed

And read the Vibe that's reading me

I can't trust the fake thugs, stab ya like a knife

Don't need them kind of people in my life

On the real, I hope that y'all can feel what I'm stressing

Depressed people bring depression



[Hook]



[NOLA]

It's a thin line between the real and the fake

It should be a crime if motherfuckers playa hate

Anticipate that ho shit, with that foe shit

Taking em' what you making em' that's bullshit, turn legit

Fo' I forget, where's the gat, who got my back

The one who caught my slack before they pass my crack

Like Mr. Mike chats, where your love at, huh where your love at

Now girl get that fake grin off your chin, you ain't my friend

When I was down and low, had nowhere to go you was my foe

Now all of a sudden everything is peaches and it's cream

It isn't what it seems, I see you still worried about who fucking me

I might be fucking myself, I might be fucking your daddy

Raping his pockets badly but who's to say it's your business

If I ain't told ya, for those who want to kno who this is

We be NOLA



[Hook]



[NOLA]

I can't find a way out, blackout, lights out

Why is it so dark in this motherfucking house

Why is this big bald daddy we sick such a bitch

Like I won't deny, standing outside letting the rain camouflage

The tears I cry, why does everybody wants to go to Heaven

But nobody wants to fucking die

Why they try, you didn't beat the lies

Sure to hits the skies, then you realize

Letting this person know the longest leg between your thighs

Pardon my frankness, by asking what you thanking

If you think it's all a game, then ask yourself if you fucked yourself

Or the next man, oh who this dame, I maintain

Ducked the smiles, false grinning

My conscience got me on the outside looking in

Like so-called friends, who pretend

As darling, yes y'allings, when they was calling

When I was balling but now I've falling



[Hook: with Nina Creque ad-libs] to fade]