Rap quotes about life

Just when I discover the meaning of life, they change it

It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine

Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine

One thing about the men that's controlling the pen

That write history, they always seem to white-out they sins

Only thing worse than death is a regret-filled coffin

So try before you die or always wonder what if?

I'm out for dead presidents to represent me

Because I've never known a live one that represent me

Life's not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman

You only call her a bitch 'cause she won't let you get that pussy

Maybe she didn't feel y'all shared any similar interests (Nope)

Or maybe you're just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess (Haha)

Yeah, life's short, don't ever question the length

It's cool to cry, don't ever question your strength

'Cause everybody dies, but not everybody lives, ah

at the end of the game, the pawn and king go in the same box.

Cherish these nights, cherish these people

Life is a movie, but there'll never be a sequel

I am no longer trying to survive

I believe that life is a prize

But to live doesn't mean you're alive

Even the sun goes down, heroes eventually die

Horoscopes often lie

And sometimes, "Y"

Nothing is for sure, nothing is for certain

Imagine peace on this Earth when there's no grief

Imagine grief on this Earth when there's no peace

No matter what you say or what you do

When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you

Didn't choose this dirty game, this dirty game it chose me

Niggas frown when you up and smile when you down

And when you change for the better, shife fools stop comin' around

We on our back, starin' at the stars above (Aww, man)

Talkin' bout what we gonna be when we grow up (Mm)

I said, "What you wanna be?" She said, "Alive"

I'm only scared of God and the man in the mirror

Life's the biggest troll, but the joke is on us

Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever

You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather

We don't look nothin' like the people on the screen

You know, the movie stars, picture perfect beauty queens

But we got dreams and we got the right to chase 'em

Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof

We all must meet our moment of truth

Life taught me a lot

That you ain't gotta carry no gun to get shot

When time pulls lives apart

Hold your own

When everything is fluid, nothing can be known with any certainty

Hold your own

Life is a gamble, we scramble for money

I might crack a smile, but ain't a damn thing funny

This is America

Don't catch you slippin' now

I came into this world high as a bird

From secondhand cocaine powder—I know it sounds absurd

I never tooted, but it's in my veins

Think you figured it out, but you don't have a clue

Think you on top of the world but the world on top of you

If I'm dyin' young, promise you'll smile at my funeral

Yeah, it's just a rule to follow

Every day the sun won't shine, but that's why I love tomorrows

It's sad, 'cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know

Just 'cause you're in the ghetto doesn't mean you can't grow (You can't grow)

When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit' the goodie-goodies

Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies

Gotta take the good with the bad, smile with the sad

Love what you got and remember what you had

If I should fall asleep and death takes me away

Don't be surprised, son, I wasn't put here to stay

I learn to relax in my room and escape from New York

And return through the womb of the world as a thought

Thinkin' how hard it was to be born

Me bein' cream with no physical form

It's 7 p.m. Friday

It's ninety-five degrees

I ain't got no nigga and no nigga ain't got me

In my neighbourhood ain't nothin changed but the seasons

Minus the bullshit, life's great

You too deep in it to quit, I know the pain of it

You love the game but knowin' that the game doesn't

Love you back, love the fact this the same struggle

City to city, we products of the same hustle

My career is very important to me, but it's not my life.

I look into mother's stomach, wonder if you are a boy or a girl

Turnin' this woman's womb into a tomb

But she and I agree, a seed we don't need

You would've been much more than a mouth to feed

Life is a beautiful struggle

People search through the rubble for a suitable hustle

Some people usin' the noodle, some people usin' the muscle

"Why You let these killers live and take my homeboy's son away?"

Man if you got kids, show you love 'em 'cause God just might call 'em home

'Cause one day, they're here and, baby, the next day, they're gone

Po' children got aspirations and dreams just like the wealthy (wealthy)

But it's hard when that environment you live in ain't healthy (healthy)

I live for the nights that I can't remember

With the people that I won't forget

Ain't nobody else's fault, you played yourself

If you love someone, you should say it often

You'll never know when they'll be layin' in a coffin

Wake up, it's important that you know that

No one on Earth is promised tomorrow...

My big homie died young, just turned older than him

Let bygones be bygones, but where I'm from

We buy guns and more guns to give to the young

I can't take it, y'all! I can feel the city breathin'

Chest heavin', against the flesh of the evenin'

Kiss the odds goodbye (Peace), I'm on the last train leavin'

Stay woke

Niggas creepin'

They gon' find you

Gon' catch you sleepin'

Why a nigga always want what he can't have?

In this moment, as a creative, my process is to leave it all on the page, on the stage, and on the table, because none of this shit is promised, man.

I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky's fallin'

Now I think the fact that I'm differently wired's awesome

"If the game shakes me or breaks me

I hope it makes me a better man, take a better stand"

Put money in my mom's hand

Get my daughter this college plan so she don't need no man

Bet if I ever fall off, everybody go missin'

Like Roc-A-Fella needed Sigel, like I needed my father

But he needed a needle (My life)

Here on Earth, tell me what's a black life worth?

A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts

'Cause the boys in the hood are always hard

Bury me smilin' with G's in my pocket

Have a party at my funeral, let every rapper rock it